Intermezzo.

For spectacle, and abandon.

Intermezzo.

The fill act
Lodged by rock and mortar
By Act Two and the grand finish
As hushed patrons hustle to
Dial urgent calls to their lives outside
Busy, important, awaiting no plays
Hurry to toilet breaks
Join lines long and slithering round red curtained walls and corners

Intermezzo before the fall.
She is not watched - the dancer
Sleek, lithe, unseen
Her artful leaps and arcs
Bear no practise
Her movements roll with the mood of the breeze
With the popcorn crunching crowd's sighs
Averted eyes, watch-glance impatience
She does as she will
So to please
Herself.

Only. Absolutely.
Brinking, as the pit violinist strings a high C -
And holds it -
Impossibly -
Still as she -
Levitates
Defying Newton's Laws and multiple city regulations

Intermezzo.
Before the fall.

...

And for the record, Quantum of Solace is every bit as satisfying, burning vengeful, rogue chaotic, bitter wise, as nobody is telling you. You know, don't see it if you're in search of an absolute romance, or any other absolute. For those needs, I recommend Nights in Rodanthe. Or The House Bunny! Australia! There's plenty.

As of today, I am fully employed and brinking on far too employed. Life's good, no?