We watch ourselves performing on the stage,
Hiding, in fear, behind coulisses.
Stunned in the dark, we can just listen
To lines we,
In the lightning,
Ought to say.
We stand so close, invisible to wind,
While, in the play, we are
Fleeing the raining lines of drama,
But tied, with tongues, to the unspoken script.
And every night, we raise the curtain up,
With every word of
Pushed, in the dark, towards each other,
When watching how the storm is splitting us.