a balloon hovers over the
massive forces
choir along the back
--------men-------women
--------------in black and white
---------------------folders ready
orchestra in tuxedoes bows poised
organ piano
podium waits for me as I approach
power in my hand
lifting the baton
the balloon lifts, carrying my brain and
I can do nothing right
tune to the oboe’s steady tone
organist’s face is a question mark
now tune to the organ
---------sorry
choir shuffles and sighs looking longingly at the
balloon with my brain
it changes from yellow to red to black
a loud pop is heard as
I wake from a dream of a dream of a dream of a dream…
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