by Thomas Davis
from a new play that I am writing:
Reality dips, swirls, a dance,
a pirouette, a song, a trance,
and as the mist of being drifts
a chord is struck, and what is shifts,
and fate becomes a puzzle box
secured by puzzles that are locks—
And so reality becomes
a whisper, shadow that benumbs
the heart and changes what will be
into a storm-tossed, dicey sea.
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That sounds like a fascinating project Tom. Go man go!
Intriguing. I shll be waiting to read more in due course.
A great taste of what is to come.
Love this – looking forward to seeing more, Thomas.
Lovely!
Great lines!