Ex Tempore III

"TWIN ATTACKS TODAY IN THE... WE STAND STRONG AGAINST THIS..."

stifling heated breath of all these vocal–docile-kind in here—
Come, dearest;
come and dance with me in the street, under the dim lamplight,
with but the pitter-patter of the pouring rain as the rhythm to step to.
...
—say nothing to them; let us live for once, at last, the two of us.

M.M. — Iunius MMXI

Dramatic Fragment I - Lyzethras contemplates love

Nighttime, roofed by a cloudless sky. Lyzethras is sat on a rock by a pool of water. He is lost in thought when, noticing its reflection in the water, begins to address the Moon academically.

LYZETHRAS:
Love is quiet conversations that while away the night till the stars, listening attentively, bed and stirring light begrudges an end.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
Love is quiet conversations that probe deep crystal lakes in sequestered jewel-graven night.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
Love is entrancement by idiosyncrasies and distinctive motion.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
Love is all the world turned a-blur whilst gazing into twin orbs of star-fire—caverns of breathtaking dream....

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
(Standing; more ardently:) Love is realisation of the discreteness and absolute of mind of another.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
Love is heroic symphony, hailed by resounding chorus: thundering and rampant within.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
Love is gradual withdrawing of the veil of mystery: proceeding along an untrodden path, punctuated by little wonders.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
Love is elevation—edification—rising beyond mundane gratification.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

LYZETHRAS:
(Pause, then solemnly and profoundly:) Love is the impetus of comets.

THE MOON:

(Silence.)

Lyzethras ceases this one-sided confabulation, relents and returns to his thoughts. 

M.M. — Februarius-Martius MMX; Maius-Iunius MMXI