We Are The Theatre
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Listen and I will tell you a fantastic story,
A tale of a group of people
Each different, alone, unique
Together they gather to create.

The lights dim. The eerie glow
Casts a warmth and gives life to flesh.
Gods are created.

It comes in like a wave, a heartbeat.
Passions dance across the naked page.
Amber moonbeams set stories in echoing vibrancy.

Shadows show closer to life than life.
Self contained moments, blue and woven
In and out of the dreams of children.

This is the magic place.
The strings have been cut,
Inspiration breathes
And exhales on its own.

We are the invisible hands that streak the blank canvas.
We allow the nightmare to dance, to sing.
Here we live larger and fuller
Then we would ever dare.

Hands on hands on hands
We are the theatre.


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Sarapin, in the year 505 AF.