Lost brothers found
Family reunions
through symbol and icon
Divergent paths crossing
in small world places

We trace it all back
to smaller times
Situations and contexts
we shared in common
Permanent teeth records and scars

Memories of specifications
faded and blurred
Tales customized
to fit present schema
Everybody was there

Fragments that remain
Breadcrumb trails (of)
archeological data
fill enough pieces
revealing puzzle image


Performative Arts
Life has always been performance
Everybody knows this (to degrees we do)
But what still perplexes
Is the composition of audience

Is Audience necessary
Can we be our own
What is not performance
Who is not audience

Existence has always been performance
Mine being the most (boring and ignored)
Which is fine since I am audience
Which is not since you are missing the show

Performance is a function
Of locus of audience
Both actor and other
Only to self-amuse