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The center stage is empty. Stage right
We see THE YOUNG MAN, only partially
Emerged from shadow, staring at bright
Nothingness. Stage left, in dimmer light, stand
THE MOTHER and THE FATHER, separately,
Yearning for something they no longer feel.
For us there seems little to understand:
Ordinary movement through darkness and light.
Underneath, however, all moves vertically,
Reaching for more than life can reveal.
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Nicholas Gordon
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