|Lyric Theatre (standard:poetry, 252 words)|
|Author: MAC||Added: Oct 22 2000||Views/Reads: 2538/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A futuristic society that thinks truth lies not in physical but that which is intangible to the point of idols and witchcraft. The question lies how have they abolished the physcial counterparts to our psyche and spirit?|
Welcome to man's theatre, the voice of the void announced Languid youth and superstar bores filed into the coliseum We have assembled in this place for a solemn assembly of minds We are to hear from each and every one of you, soulless cretins that's all these people are they have no feel for true art Yet how would this voice ever droning on know anything about truth justice and the American way So I sit in the theatre of Lyrics, and one gathers courage trying out new things, stepping out to be openly ridiculed He recites a snatch of verse about some long forgotten body requirement I think he called it breathing In out breath exhale inhale we had no idea what he was talking about Another arose and shared a story about something called sex we laughed him off the stage Then another arose, and we heard truth as it should be truth as it really is, in form of abstract imagery, Einstien heaven Things not to be perceived through some tangible system but through hard effort, imagination, power, feeling I stood and clapped, as did us all, in that place called Lyric Theatre We were here for a slow method of eternity, to hear each other's thoughts There has never been anything but this place nor will there ever be We do not dress in rags, those things called bodies, nor do we adorn ourselves We were here for a slow method of eternity, to hear each other's thoughts Tweet
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