"I am rarely called to take up the microphone,
it's true, but I just kind of walked into this hall and
didn't know it was the back of the theatre, and it seemed
like nobody was around, but then I peeked through this curtain..."
prophet, poet, mystic, seer
he said, "I'm not trying to say anything--
but just to speak the truth"
in the heart of what happens
not furniture or fate but
when the goddess turns beside you
at every moment, her face away only
in sleep, the very moon
calls out to you, "I am"
and the voices...
"Mythological entities, townspeople
come stand by me, come listen
to what I have to say"
...of the many rang clear as day:
"Sleep well yourself, ambassador."
© Nowick Gray