There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don’t know where I’ve Gone
—Octavia Paz
Hide and Seek—Paz
I play hide and seek
Looking for you
Perhaps you are
That single soul
I don’t know
And I
Scan the canopy
To look
For bashful eyes
Tag you’re it
Premiered at The Empatheater, Kenosha, WI – 11/4/1991
ACT 1
A Will of Its Own
Autumn’s Blessing
Lejna Tasha Belle
All the Way Home
Nativity Window
Marley Plays the Bottom Line
Sideman’s Serenade
Someday Train
Existential Nostalgia
ACT 2
Traveling People
Cross the River
Cantina Dream
Keepsake
Once Upon a Future
Gospel Plough
ACT 3
The Harbor at Lorient
Portrait of Sonia
Le Chemin de Fer
Bather Arranging Her Hair
Octavia
Helen Keller who amidst deafness and blindness,
Had turned poet, writer, and lady of kindness…
Peter Winkler, who, though, arthritis affected,
Wrote and left his soul, never to feel dejected…
Octavia Buttler with her dyslexia,
Authored science fiction as her euphoria…
Christy Brown though suffered from cerebral palsy,
Wrote with his toe many an elegant story…
John Hockenberry suffered paraplegia,
Wrote and won over his physical inertia…
Who can forget the author of Paradise Lost?
Who had kept his inner eyes vibrant at all cost…
The universe has men and women so many,
Who has proved that physical ills worth no penny...
It's not the hand; it's the poet's heart that volumes write,
Who can bind wings of imaginations at flight?
08 June 2021
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An ape field is characterized by the numbers of bananas who climb with care through long grass. Much is the secretions of melons attempting a tango. Whilst lemons lie down on billiard tables. In boardrooms. Globally. Into enter internal ancient places. Lit with shafts of sunlight. Dusty areas omit the past through air channels. And a decorated camel coughs and burps. His eyes accustomed to eras. And his soul attuned to the ground. Tut tut tut then but no tutus. Merely a great magnitude of being. In stature placed. And in scrolls explained. Texts are not modernity they are a firm of a diary. To foretell and predict. To climb through to the chamber where planets can be seen. And thus joining energies to another house. Containers arriving a filled and leave. Yet often hiding from mankind is a source. How utterly incredible then. A very tall tree. Golden leaves and pale boughs'. Intricately formed lengthy branches. Discuss not with scarab beetle. As it wishes only war. Sand sanded steep steeples sagaciously. And now point in to a blackness. Xxxx and treatment of a society xxxx no hahahaha today xxxxx characterisation z. Octavia x
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