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"a fusion of poetry, dance, music and song, Twenty-First Century Unlimited seeks to present a vision of a possible future, emerging from the chaos of the modern age."
Lais Gravier, dancer in black Helen Watson, dancer in white Paul Sorel, music MacKenzie Pierson, poet |
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THE UNQUENCHABLE The light which wavers against todays twilight is tomorrows sunrise. Go. Stay. Die. Be. The unchanging resides in metamorphosis, pit and fruit together. Stay. Be. Go. Die. Turn, beautiful future, our gray past is your nature. Be. Stay. Die. Go. Children on fire with yourselves, complete our circle! Die. Stay. Go. Be. |
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Locked in your Eternity,
children of some future age, forgive us who seeded you in a bath of brothers blood. Faces bright upon my vision, black, red, yellow, white, lost in one even golden, on true body of joy: how long have you slept in our ancient hearts, beneath the autumn stars? You fall like endless rain upon centuries long perished. Earth, turn your song of oceans through the dark sea by the sun: sing, symphony of light and shade, upon continents and clouds: your music shall echo beyond the sun with children of Man yet to come, the bright birth of that Race! When shall One Race come? Beyond my years and beyond the present smiles of children bright: oh, children of the future age, forgive us our pain. |
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All that matters is what we think we know. Meaning flowers in our minds, a dark dahlia in a momentary hothouse. Space itself is illusion, structured from objects as fluid as our thoughts. |
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Touch anything: like Heraclitus river, it slips away, refusing definition: years and minutes, fluctuation streams, eddying among them. A hundred years, we have forgotten ourselves: thoughts lost in the maze of tomorrows meanings: mutual mysteries. |
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As our thoughts, mutual mysteries, Poetry by MacKenzie Pierson |
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