The Nth Degree

You’re back
You’ve been a while – five days to be exact

Window to window, place to place
2am in industrial space
A city flexing neon and neon
Beyond the scrapyard your light is on

Dear Silhouette
At no one’s behest

In might of night we re-unite
I see you wield your palette knife

I missed you
Glad you’re back in the realm of truth and dare

I watched you dance, watched you weep
Strike the wall, twist and leap
Hold your course, take it to the nth degree
It’s begun – tell them when it’s done

Our luck, the leeway, scope, range
We’re free for now, that’ll change
Glinting cranes cast shadowless claims
My Giacometti strides back into frame

Lest we regret
Dear Silhouette

Well yes
While you were gone, I must confess

I danced, I wept
Struck the wall, writhed, leapt
Held my course, took it to the nth degree
It’s begun – we’ll tell them when it’s done

So take up your welding torch, you’ve structures to defy
And don’t tell them why
Draw down your visor, by and by
Chiaroscuro sparks silently fly  

Lest we regret
Dear Silhouette

And so we dance, hide and seek
Never know, yet strive, leap
Stay the course, take it to the nth degree
Lost or won, it’s done

Friend
Fare thee well – I don’t expect we’ll meet

© Suzanna van Moyland