Is This Sight

is this sight? what sets it self up and shines what circles around you cant you see it shine above the others, standing out it reaches my ear a hot wind is that all it is...? can't you feel it? the beat of the wings as they pass you a smile left there like a puppet unhinged, creaking hanging in the theater with nothing more than a spot light a tech and me, in the velvet chair dozing dreaming is this a vision? when the horizon disappears where the waves meet the sky I have an apartment somewhere between is timelessness how do the others fare in your sliding scale cafe drinks of hard teeth pressing themselves against your neck ripping at the fraying edges the end of Act 1 begins I forgo the center today spend my time along the rim I know its best my friend as I know you least there in is this fiction? do I float in side my own show strings cut long ago free to leave the stage to say to this page with out you beloved who waits who can only hold on to himself is threatening the night with more feigned affection more of the same with out me, the only one holding on to the thread between us