Withal gong-splash, drum-thunder,
firecracker bang, a guised duo jerks,
turns, leaps inside a poignant-eyed,
clamor-colored entity. As one, shade
antidotes their glitched backbones.
The self-stifling shelter, like triceps
withered from immobility, atrophies
the solitaire vigor, and forms opiate
of others' lucid embrace/coaction.
Asudden, the co-dancer drops into
near-heat stroke. From under wire/
bamboo belly, he wriggles out into
air where the splash, thunder, bang
intensifies with roar -- an earthshock
induced from showgoer feet-stomp.
To his shared being, he seeks re-
refuge, but already, the disoriented
have wrenched its linens to pieces.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Last sunday I invited a high school friend that I have not seen in about 4 years over to a club. Once there, she notices that I was alone. She then proceeds to ask me why I was alone. This got me thinking more on why she saw it strange that I was alone. Reflecting on herself, is she not comfortable with herself? Is she insecure in not being in the presense of somebody else, a safe haven, somebody she may be able to point a finger at, or be re-assured of things with?
And so she seems to not only want but need somebody in her presense to be fully complete, like a duo lion dance. But, what happens when you become fully dependent on others? What happens to you as an individual person?