Showtime
10:23 25 March
in Rhyme
The slight of hand
from your mind’s fingers
is the surest proof
that your life lingers
on the smoky edges
of decision making:
Sound the call for truth
and an undertaking.
When the crowd has gone
and the spotlight burns
on the seamless sway
of your twisting turns
let the tricks dissolve
and the mirrors fall:
Truth demands a curtain call.
The stage is set for silence
the script says we’re inept
incapable and clueless
in beyond our depth
All props assist the promise:
true greatness if we rise
beyond our practiced showmanship
and perfect,polished lives.