Behind the Scenes

Life is better this way.

And this is how it all happens, I begin to begin and the story guides itself to the meaning, it has created its own symbol, its own way without me having to force it. It is always brimming and there is no need to worry, it will show its seductive face. Always. This is where I feel alive, in these words, delirious as I am in the inbetween place, almost asleep, can’t sleep, need to stay awake, but need to create, have to stay awake because I’m working.

Life finds meaning again.

Keep moving. Like the water, always carve your way.

1.

I see a swirling mass of people/

Sputtering/

Words with mismatched mouths/

All the murmurs uncomfortably

forced out like a square peg/

The air is cold between us/

My thoughts can’t travel on this

Broken stream to you/

2.

My eyes move across the room—

They stop.

I look out past my glasses—

and see,

Something so strange to me.

People are talking.

But their words are out of sync

With the movement of their mouths.

I try to understand,

But I can’t,

Because their eyes are rolling,

their mouths are frothing,

and arms are flailing.

And they say they are singing,

But I can’t hear the melody,

and I can’t hear the song.

What I see,

Perplexes me.