James and the Dryad

{James Troubadour}
Ladies and gentlemen
it seems that certain experimental anthropic circuits
in the
projection system have gone autonomous
and are currently totally out of control.
Our technicians assure me that there is no danger to you.

It seems that the content of this production has . . .
has modified the circuitry.
They also assure me that while the show has departed from the original script
it is still true to form.
Please bear with us as we see this thing through.

{Dryad} [Leafing through a photo album]

A slender tongue of silver dripping
from a black Sun
A song in the Silence
a little boat gliding
on dark dappled waters
A brief song for no one in particular

Caught in the motion of the Waters
moving from silence to silence
Borne like a cloak of flame
born of the stillness underneath
Born of ash and tears
and carried in the few words remaining

A forgotten moment
left as a monument
Beneath the surface
To be gathered from the depths
that we might touch
might embrace
even in this madness

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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