Acts of Indivisibility
(half sisters sitting on the edge of an empty theatre)
Libby: Are we the angels?
Fanny: (Sewing wings for the swan)
Only if you trust that which you don't know.
Libby: But we humans hate ourselves.
Fanny: Only the very few trustworthy who dare to wholeheartedly
be in love will . . .
Libby: (interrupting) I just want to be happy
Fanny: Ah happiness ... I have heard, meditate on the difference
between the Important and the Essential,
you will learn something secret.
Libby: I feel I carry the rhythms in my face and hands.
Fanny: Hold here tight. Gather up all the loose bits of memories
and press into new form.
Libby: (struggling & lets the fabric drop)
Fanny: The sun begins in the night and ends in the middle of my
Libby: And the moon always seems to float wherever she wishes
drifting without laws.
Fanny: (embraces Libby)
Libby: I used to think your kindness might be a sign of insanity.
Fanny: When I am dead they shall find a picture of you in my heart.
Libby: You once told me the transmigration of souls is about leaving
one form of being behind for another.
(a bell rings or a wolf howls)
Fanny: Take this. It has no name & is the colour of silence.
(both exit opposite sides leaving the wings behind)
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:: note :: ... #3 of 365... inspired by Fanny Howe ... much of my time has been spent alone on an empty stage after the student actors have left ...