RECOGNIZED PRODUCTION
WE THE DIRECTORS OF THIS PRODUCTION AS A REPLICA OF
MICHELANGELO'S
DELPHIC
SIBYL HANGS ON THE WALL.
WE THE PRODUCERS AS BLACK SPOKES OF BICYCLE TREES WAIT COLD IN THE WINDS AND DECREE
OF OPENING WINTER BULBS IN FERNDALE, MICHIGAN.
WE THE ACTORS AS THE NEXT BOTTLE OF RED WINE WAITS ON THE COUNTER UNCORKED TO GATHER FRESH
SCENTS OF BETTER TASTES AND PUCKERS THAT WILL BE KIND TO THE SOUL.
WE THE KEY GRIP SILENCING
EACH SOUND IN A WIND TUNNEL THAT EXTENDS PAST
THE WATER AND BELOW THE CITY WE DWELL
WE DWELL
WE BURY WITH THE LEAVES CALLED TIME.
WE THE SCRIPT WRITERS THAT COUNT LINES ALLOTTED TO ALL ACTORS IN LIGHTS BURNING THE STAGE
IN SUCH WHITES & MAKE-UP MIRAGES THAT A CROWD WILL REJOICE AS THOUGH NOTHING ELSE HAS
TAKEN PLACE ON THIS STAGE
SINCE
THE
SHAKESPEAREAN FOLKS LEFT FOR HIBERNATION.
WE THE EDITORS COMING IN WITH FINGERS THAT FORNICATE
HAVING AN IDEA OF HOW IDEAS SHOULD BE EXPRESSED AND HOW CONJUNCTIONS WILL MINGLE JUST SO
WITH PAST PARTICIPLES.
WE THE SECOND ASSISTANTS TO THE DIRECTOR THAT FEEL OUR DAY WILL COME WHEN RESPECT IS NEVER
ENDING FOR WORKS WELL DONE AND GRAPES TASTING OF SUGAR PEACHES AS TREES FAIL TO DIE WHEN
SUMMER STUMBLES INTO FALL.
WE THE ASSISTANTS TO THE PRODUCTION
THAT AREN'T FLASHED ON THE CLOSING CREDIT LINE
AS CROWDS BELCH - SCRATCH - THINK - MOVE - REMOVE
IN RECOGNITION.
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