Who are you?
You're down to heaven.
I don't care about
Your 'do or your beads.
Go back,
Go home
To who you really are.

Lost in the labyrinth,
A numbered clone.
Look me in the eye:
Where is your soul?
Turn the tables round.
I want you back.

We're in the Hall
a relatively large space
Audrey and Storm
enter the place.

"Michael, I have cast you a leading role
You have to choose:
Young chivalrous gentleman
or complex and troubled soul?"
But who gets the girl, sir?

Cone and Storm
exchange witty banter;
The studious cello man and the prancing girl
get along with each other.
Storm says, 'You're out of your lair tonight.'
Cone says, 'Crazy ghosts take breaks from work sometimes.'

From the opposite end of the Hall,
Audrey contemplates Michael
briefly.
Who is he...

Audrey, what say you and me...

"Crew,
are you ready to
take the stage?
Are you guys
all right?"
Let's go for this -  
just this once -
the view is excellent
tonight.

Inhale my own sweet scent and bathe
in my warmth under the covers. Slash
off all insecurities;
I am perfect in my own eyes.
Nothing has to matter when I am with me.
Isn't this what loving myself is about?

Tonight I am beautiful.
Tonight I am whole
and the world outside is a big mess
thrown into a bowl.

The engine roars
like my heart did when I first met Marie that October though
I couldn't hear it then.

The people around me are in a different world.
I stare out from my window seat
as the others stare in.

Their lives are rushed, but
I have all the time I need.
They are unfeeling.
I have felt the world.

Drizzling
and
the window feels cool against my wrinkled cheek.
The scenery outside is blurred.
Just like the scenes
from my past.

Lighting flashes.
Nobody flinches but me.
They're too preoccupied
with their activities...

I am old
and they are young;
do they appreciate what they have?

Times are truly changing.

The bus skids to a halt.
I get up on my creaky joints and pad slowly out.

Clutching my roses,
I walk through the white gates and into the grounds
Where my Marie's body lies.

I type 'Life'.
My greatest invention yet. They are born and
they die according to this curve I drew up using my favorite software.
They'll see soft lights. They'll fight. They'll go.
Where?
I'm working on it
Still.

I type 'War'.
The adventures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
A bunch of sideshows
And there's a massive one scheduled at 8.54.
Stay to watch?

I type 'Love'. They like this a lot.
They react well to it.
Strange how they rise to their feet at the slightest presence of
Love.

I copy and paste
'Love love love love love love love love'

Then I crunch on a moon. Cold, sweet, juiceless.
Hmmmmm.
I type -
'Gobstopper'.