Quiet
Conspiracy?
Caution
Conspiracy?
Can’t
imagination anymore
Conspiracy?
How
to tell a new story, I forgot!
Precious
daylight
We’d
forgotten your benefits
Horse
and buggy
We
returned to you
Topsy
-turvy
Cars
now hot dog vendors
Cranes
loom in mid-construct
We’ve
learned to walk again
All
is not gone
There
was mercy in the pain
A
gift for the saving
Spirit
of fear in chains
Arous sang about how the “Spirit of Fear” was gone. It was the most amazing thing to watch, those
first few years recapped before us. Few
in the audience now had experienced it firsthand.
All the things people had ever seen out of the corner of
their eyes moved from the periphery into full view. Tall Sasquatch walked out from behind their
forest trees. Their blond cousins, the Momos, came from their desert
caves. Nephilim giants shook themselves
from their boulder disguises. Poisajos
droped out of trees like so many faeries. Cara-caras came up from lakes and
rivers to play on their beaches and banks.
But there was a shadow side. So every magical and benevolent creature
there was a dark cousin. You wouldn’t
know a Cara-cara, but you’d know their shadow cousin the Cupa-cabra. Those were obvious. But like Humans, you couldn’t always tell a
good Sasquatch from one with evil intentions.
“His-name” as Arous like to call him, had as many on his side as the
Diofe had on his.
At the same time the quake happened and the continents
shifted back into the Pangaea the Mist appeared. It appeared in seven places on the Pangaea. One of them was the Bowl.
The mythical creatures were familiar with the Mist. It was always there though most Humans didn’t
notice it. For the mythical creatures,
it had been their hiding place. Now that
they were real, so was the Mist.
Listen
There
is no piracy
Open
Your
heart to a new reality
Come
to the Bowl
Imagination
galore
Caution
His
name
Is
conspiracy
Remember
That
the Spirit of fear
Will
not rule again
Your
Source
Is
here
Shed
your last tear
We’ve
learned to walk for gain
They all sang now as they walked into the audience.
Of
Love
Of
Compassion
Of
Unity
We’ve
learned to walk for gain
Arous, Mekko and Efahava Skin-danced out into the crowd
changing from being to being: Human to Sasquatch, Momo to Cara-cara, Human to
tree, Fish to Nephilim. As they
Skin-danced into the middle of the audience all eyes were on them. They appeared huge in their final
characters. Just as everyone is about to
relax, ready to applaud, all three of them explode into a flood of
poisajos. Everyone leapt to their feet
with applause.
Therese leaned over to me, “Imagination surely isn’t dead
in the Bowl. I’ve never seen anything
like this in all my years in the City.”
