Lighting Life

The lighting board operator changes the tone once again.
Click.
A warm tinted glow stretches over the
body, the eyes, the heart.
Comfort shines through, and
the strawberry hue flows through my veins,
Glides through my brain,
and my soul goes numb with pleasure.
Click.
A Glacier-blue epidemic freezes over my world,
and the blood in my veins stops cold.
Comfort disintegrates into fear, and
numbing pleasure turns into numbing sorrow.
My soul hibernates, and my heart cries.
Click.
Numbness gives way to greed, and superficial success
lingers on the breath that once reeked of
strawberry scented roses and luscious locks of tranquility.
A landscape of pale, desolate green shrivels
into withered white, and all emotion is buried, left for dead.
Click.
A faint flicker, a match lights, and bright orange
erupts over the desolate landscape.
Withered up grass goes up into a wildfire
of peachy destruction.
Once again life burns bright,
however malignant, however destructive.
At least it’s alive.

Appearing from the shadow
of the lighting booth, our masked god
gazes down on the stage, and with a slight smile,
casts down a vast, perpetual darkness with
the click of a switch and the turn of a knob.
Click.