Silence

In this town

Of lunatic crackpot narcissists

Is a polished gem

Undeserved

By the noblesse oblige few

Who wait for their moment of reality

As dots and lines

On a big fat lightbulb

In the movie house

We respect the silence

Non-sound

Wordless celluloid caper

Rififi

Hitchcock

Shut up

Keep it to yourself

Says the know-it-all geek

Here the the light projects outward

Pictures in light

In the dark

Together

Souls bared

Lives commenced

And ended

And returned

Bound together in prayer and darkness

Jesus would have been an indie director

Showing us the light

The path

Streaking down

Up high

In the back

Through the window

Expanding

Streaming outward

To rest

On nothingness

The white void

Absorbing and reflecting

Our hopes and desires

And if we are lucky

Make me smile

Knees up

Fetal

Reborn

Through the light

And the dark

Where we sit

In devotion

Together

Alone.