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

Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2013

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