rise to greet the sunshine,
it soothes a severe heart.
Push aside boulders that block our journey.
We wrap our words round
until they come untied,
littered with forgotten lines like a play
poorly rehearsed and acted.
Each character is defined by their costume,
meticulous shadows hide behind the curtain.
Step lightly into the center,
nuances are enhanced and blinding,
never being able to see
“Shikasta’s” last chapter, first page.