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Array ( [sid] => 186900 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Beyond The Lids, or, When Curtains Close [time] => 2020-04-03 16:56:57 [hometext] => A visual panorma takes place for me with my eyes closed. Plays are created based on incomeing audible sounds. It/'/s cool. [bodytext] => Wars are fought,
arms crawl through wood shadows
turn solid and run to the center,

in this play.

The show lives with
the closing of the curtains;
the million details of dust, of objects,
fade to ethereal.

Actors cue in darkness, poised to move
for the audible world, still open;
greedy even without the cumbersome
distraction of sight.

With effort, nay, regret even,
the bright world beyond the lids await;
though, so easy to return here,
a show waiting always, when curtains close.
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Beyond The Lids, or, When Curtains Close

Contributed by invierno on Friday, 3rd April 2020 @ 04:56:57 PM in AEST
Topic: fantasy

Wars are fought,
arms crawl through wood shadows
turn solid and run to the center,

in this play.

The show lives with
the closing of the curtains;
the million details of dust, of objects,
fade to ethereal.

Actors cue in darkness, poised to move
for the audible world, still open;
greedy even without the cumbersome
distraction of sight.

With effort, nay, regret even,
the bright world beyond the lids await;
though, so easy to return here,
a show waiting always, when curtains close.

Copyright © invierno ... [ 2020-04-03 16:56:57]
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Re: Beyond The Lids, or, When Curtains Close (User Rating: 1 )
by Elisabeth on Saturday, 4th April 2020 @ 07:26:03 AM AEST
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Imagine wisely, my friend! Your mind/'/s eye is your I Am. Very powerful. I pray you innerstand what I/'/m saying.
-Elisabeth

Re: Beyond The Lids, or, When Curtains Close (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 4th April 2020 @ 11:53:57 PM AEST
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I read so many things into this.
Like the last stanza. I get it and in my mind I spun it to being a kid
that was collecting fireflies in a container with a pierced lid and then letting them go to do yet another show.

Not the lid you speak of but hey, great writing.

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