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| 1992 COPYRIGHT BY PETER CHRISTOPHER RAYMOND (FOR NICOLE "NICKY" FULLER) WATCHING YOU FROM BEHIND AN UNBROKEN BARRIER I SEE YOU STARE OUT INTO THE AUDIENCE UNDER YOUR SUBTLE INFLUENCE AND GUIDENCE YOU'RE WALKING IN THE SPOTLIGHT IN UNBROKEN CHARACTER WITH EVERY GLANCE YOU TOUCH EACH CORNER IN SPACE EXTENDING YOUR SOUL TO THE BACK OF THE HALL BENEATH EACH SEAT WHERE THE LIGHTS DON'T FALL BINDING EVERY PAYING ONLOOKER IN YOUR GRACE BORROWING THE HOURS OF SOMEONE'S IDLE NIGHT GUARDED FROM THE BOOMING OF THE SUBWAY TRAIN YOU'RE HANGING IN THE AIR LIKE A WINDBLOWN KITE YOU'VE PUT YOURSELF IN A VOLATILE POSITION AS YOU DARE TO MAINTAIN THE VOLATILE TRANSITION FROM MODERN LIFE TO PORTRAIT ON THE STAGE DON'T DIGRESS INTO THE CONTEMPORARY AGE PRECISION FOR YOU IS A VERY REAL CONCERN IT'S TIME TO FOLLOW THROUGH ON ALL THE DIALOGUE YOU'VE LEARNED AND WILL NOT LET IT SLIP THAT THE ACTION IS REHEARSED BATH IT IN THE TECHNIQUE YOU'VE HARNESSED AND NURSED MAKE US THINK YOU'VE STIFLED YOUR AMBITION YOU'VE LAPSED TOWARD THE PAST AND TRADITION FOR YOU IT'S A PLAN AND A SKILLFULL FUSION OF NINETIES' SENSIBILITY AND TIMELESS ILLUSION IN THE CURRENT OF THE POWER YOU EMIT THIS MASSIVE HALL NOW SEEMS SO WARM AND INTIMATE THE MUSIC SWIRLS IN CURLING CHORDS THAT FILL THE GAPS THE SOUND IS LUSH AS DIFFERENT LAYERS OVERLAP AND NOW THE CURTAIN DROPS AND PEOPLE ARE PICKING UP THE STAGE PROPS I FEEL THE COLD AIR RUSH AS THE DOORS ARE PULLED APART THE BARRIERS ARE CUT AS CONGRADULATORY HUGS START NOW THERE ARE NO DOMINION LINES AS CONVERSATIONS MERGE AND INTERTWINE AND NOW THERE IS NO MORE MYSTIQUE AND PEOPLE'S HONEST SELVES ARE ALLOWED TO SPEAK YOUR EYES ARE TIRED AND YOU ARE DRAWN YOUR VOICE IS HOARSE FROM ONE TOO MANY SONGS YOUR ENERGIES HAVE BEEN CONSUMED YOU'RE SPEAKING SOFTLY OUT OF COSTUME |