Reverie

<p>Rimbaud Satie and Dali are partly to blame. A new stage voyeuristic reflective dreamlike; love beauty humour and death remain; experiments continue so many shades in the spectrum.</p><p> </p><p>“…By the time she ushered me up<br />Like a wild brumby<br />Half wanting to be tamed<br />By the time her eyes pierced mine<br />By the time her liquid mouth<br />Reached for mine<br />It was too late<br />And not late enough<br /><br />For a miracle<br />For a flood<br />We traced and scanned each other<br />Like two 3D printers<br />Sculpting wishes<br />Making something real<br />With fakery and witchcraft…”</p>