From center stage

the electricity hums
from seats empty or full
in this dark auditorium

there's an electric hum
from this microphone
expectant in its stand

there are lines that dangle in the dark
there are rhymes that intend to entangle us
in angles old and new
in dangers we'll think we knew
in exchanges where point of view
collapses on this
point
where wings are far from flying us away
and center stage demands a voice