the lights, the lights

house lights dim

we hang in the rafters
watching the thing from afar
our breath louder than we ever remember hearing it

lights go up
a birth
a dance
figures crawling across
hands searching wooden planks
sanded into form
always fitting moment
after moment

lights dim
the crowd around us whispering
with only a few interrupting claps

raise the house lights

and we hold each others hands
waiting for the continuation
the lights of intermission

and the lights
as always
go out


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