Today is the great debut.
The theater is packed with thoughts and visions.
All of them share one conversation,
a hive of bees waiting for spring.
The electricity dives from being to being,
an arcing spiral, eager to envigorate its victims.
The curtain rises, and the infectious chatter diminshes rapidly.
The artist's figure rises ominously out of the floor,
the lone skyscraper in an abandoned metropolis.
He begins to pace in a meandering inconspicuos manner.
He rambles on in an undefined tone.
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