Those lucent shades of engagement--

 

Disembodied fadings thriving,

Suspended in the ceiling vaults,

As remembered concentrations--

 

Efface themselves, or dress in Hickey-Freemans,

All independent of the commotion

You must raise to trace the somber seconds,

to present the ever-renewing new.

 

The power, however, to decide

Where the horns will sound, the lights blaze,

Mutely moves to your wish or whim,

Overriding what has been.

 

This is the gift of scripts across the face

Of earth, this hardened place of fast embrace.