I am eyeing the place upward between the bees and the ground--
I hear buzzing. I hear hushing.
I am drinking the potion of greatness from dolls surrounding
In a dollhouse. On the stage.
I am a puppet of plot and character and episode
The sky. Is the limit.
I am moving each muscle in the magic flow
Of energy. Of the theatre.
I am speaking words that fly up high
To the heart. To the people.
A bird on God’s stage.
Sep 5, 2011
Sep 5, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
I am eyeing the place upward between the bees and the ground--
I hear buzzing. I hear hushing.
I am drinking the potion of greatness from dolls surrounding
In a dollhouse. On the stage.
I am a puppet of plot and character and episode
The sky. Is the limit.
I am moving each muscle in the magic flow
Of energy. Of the theatre.
I am speaking words that fly up high
To the heart. To the people.
A bird on God’s stage.
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