The lights, the night // 1904 - courtyard stage

It’s clear that my identity is materializing
in the sheer air before me. 

My sense of purpose has been found 
in the form of a brightly shimmering will
of the wisp floating in a haze of tantalizing neon,
in the air between flickering poi.

I’m following, sheer will, I’m here
I write these words to verbalize
this binding contract between
my destiny and I.

I know, now, that you are my destino.

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