The closing party…


‘Go to your darkest place. You will find cookies there.’

And castanets. A shining flute. And a red fan.

Two pianos, dungeons and grace.

If I am mortal, this is the way to go.

Ahhh. Life so sweet, so sharply focused, at the point of death!

sword of death, sword of life

beginning and end

angel and jester

ushered by song.

Face mortality, defy mortality,

never mind,

as long as you are not alone,

and you are not alone not alone not alone…

We take it apart

but in the end

you eat your cookie and go out into

the night the light

with the rest of us partygoers.