Link to the Show / Show NotesItâs a story that travels in circles.
I remember you, I struggle to be free of you,
I see you coming to redeem me again.
I lack the control to decide which it will be in any given space.
When I am aglow with pure love I am a beautiful care free maiden.
When I resist, I become monstrous, clawed and toothed, with an indiscriminate bite.
As I return
to the life electric
I take the shape
of a mad old woman
cackling and bending in the street,...
babbling incoherent truth.
All the heavens
and all the hells
that I have visited
in my various shapes,
I have visited
accidentally.
Unable to man my ship,
I arrive wherever the change wind blows.
I kill you in this play,
love you in that,
give birth to you in another,
on and on.
When I do remember,
that too is an accident.
As an accident
it is no more beautiful
than when I forget.
What is beautiful
is the moment outside of the fold,...
that place
where I am
another you,
where puppet
and master
and stage
are the holy trinity
and the circle is enlivened by purpose.
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