Panic pounds the light board.
In a flurry of worry
It swallowed the cues to
Protect them, but lost,
Digested, erased.
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The room grows cold
With lights breathing hard
To stay alive, with no
Purpose. All eyes on poor
Tal, her hands shaking
Off the fear that clings - static
Electricity - refusing to loosen its
Grip on her. It squeezes harder
"Mathew?" faint faint, breathe
"help" so small. "Can I panic now?"
"No."
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They live! The lights, the lights
Exhale their brilliance, pouring
Radiance on the pastel stage.
They glow, a constellation
Enveloping us all in majesty
And as the colors sway in and out of
Happy focus, a tired shadow lays
Down, worn out from giving
Birth to twins, only one of
Which survived.
