This curtain now before my eyes
renders no service and does not exercise
any rights
Or left-of-centers
it only shimmers
with a pristinely dark purple hue
under the melancholy winds from the
Oriental wall-fans
with the hands of two shadows
sprawling above it like a giant bird
as if migrating
to distant shores
beneath the clouds from a fog-machine
elevator music above the velvet clefts travels
across the starry dust particles
dotting the vastness of the projector beam
as they dance to a voice from the darkness
of the wafting cascade
of the drape i gape into
that now is the dark blue ocean parting to reveal a countdown
once was the curtain before my eyes.