(mind you under guise of darkness now thou parts are cast in a jaundice colored spot focal. They are but alone in this sphere of luminescence but for the soothing sounds of what seem lapping waves against 2 foot thick steel)
mib: It wasn't a dream it was a flood.
old man: soldier? soldier? Are you soldering?
mib: Heaven crab ov. It's daily musings for the worcester. We were at corner up core, in v formations.
mib: And the heavens shone daintily inn.
old man: old where? It was how. When were we calling it then anyway? Last of the foremen was the pastor amid letty. Arguing forth and so again agnon angst is to her effing ham over hog.
mib: Older now
old man: Cow order
mib: I've seen you after me. What was before...
(quickly jumps down to face the earth with cuerpo port albo limbs--however, an eye creeps the trolley toward the labrador. It is he he seeks in curiosity;whom? the one that stands. With grin but sheepish and coy intently, mib then raises himself, turns his right ear (right body) toward the audience, and cups it with right hand and left hand forming windmill still party) These phrasings shall each lessen in audible sonority...perhaps as if someone were running backward further into a cave (reverb is Tom Clancy)
alto petra was a knife.
Aiming steadyful ixter
cast woefully
under toe
(end cup station. head slowly lowers. lights fade)
The sunset speeds so the stage lighting changes hues of light, yellow, to orange, to dark angel; forgive me Robinson for I am asunder. As the darkness envelopes all among the western card label, a gentle moon shall poor forth a low-level lit stage with dull fog breezing in. It is brick. It is moist. I was dusty.
