Ambiguity and Truth
(A poem in one-act. Characters: Ambiguity and Truth, )
( Light slowly goes on Truth, standing in rear of center-Stage at a waist-high potter’s table with clay to make a cup …he is constantly molding it.
Back-stage right… is a loud mixture of barroom gaiety of men & women, and an occasional burst of argument.
(Ambiguity enters right… from the sound of the crowd, embracing Truth, the sound diminishes in soft background noise )
How can I begin to insist upon
Your ears listening to a silent crowd;
Ability to speak above that sound,
Enlightened, without a sinister shroud?
Cacophony does seek meaningless sound.
Sometimes, but not often, harmony finds
Acceptance, sliding itself gently down
To resistant soul and in open minds.
(Ambiguity grabs the shoulders of Truth, pulling his right ear, whispering)
Fruitlessness and fruitfulness are akin
In the measure of wisdom’s balance scales;
As silence and the spoken word are twin.
Each undeclared, if truths intention fails.
I, will persistently speak within you;
As Ambiguity and truth will do.
(Truth shirks Ambiguity off his shoulders)
Speak neither of me, nor of you this day.
The sigh of shame is louder than whisper.
You have come and gone, beyond what you say.
You shake me, shook me within this murmur
Of finding your faults paled by bright spotlight;
Masking attributes, blinded from honesty,
Ultimately discovered without night,
On the stage of a bastard’s travesty.
Crushed by wheels and heels of mind’s illusions
You are stubborn, are strong in your dogma.
Actions forgetting strength of decision
Of what things are and what is in drama.
I will not sway for your understanding;
Abstract transition, false apprehending.
(Ambiguity grabs Truth by the legs)
Love me for my strong probabilities,
Fall so you can bruise in discouragement!
To explain yourself without jealousies.
Fall you mother fucker in compliment!
(Truth side steps Ambiguity, untangling his legs)
Get up from that muddling in empty space.
What do you find in disguised innocence
That exposes anger in demur face?
Align yourself without permanence.
Release your embraced convulsive action;
Such foam with disgrace of uncertainty
Burst into small bubbles of reaction
Floating in distasteful banality.
You have found your colorful residence
Excreted in loud and boisterous façade
Among the reeds and weeds of ignorance
Rippling in reflection of a mirage.
Silence Ambiguity, I agree
I cannot be, without you being seen.
(Both exit hand in hand back-stage right… into rising loud mixture of barroom gaiety of men & women, and an occasional burst of argument).