Oblivion
Even when you’re sick to death with stage fright and quaking in the wings,
there’s always a moment,
just before you step on stage,
in which everything
stops
and you cease to exist
Time slows down
Miracles become mundane
A light-year no longer seems so far
In that moment, just before you step on stage,
all is inaudible despite the ruckus of a rowdy crowd
If you tried to, you could hear your ancestors speculating about what the future holds and, for a brief second,
they can possess you and breathe through your lungs
It’s sacred,
that final breath before you step on stage
The space between the inhale and the exhale can transform you into a reflection of
everyone you’ve ever known and
everyone you’ve never known
Before you step on stage,
you must cease to exist
and
let someone else do the
stepping