On the night of the 111th Schmooze, which also happened to be Schmooze's 9th birthday, I returned the badge and gun I was issued with.
I presented Phillip with a framed hand written Poem I had composed especially for the occasion
|Photo by Kelly Chen Photography|
as puck on pipes,
Calls the dance.
Charged with Atmospheric
Synapse snaps from node to node
you to me
a tight-winding, loose coupling
magnetic energy edging
the pixie ring.
The Schmoozoisie of Oberon's
each a rung on the other's ladder
each a step in the choreographer's scheme
each a portal to the other's dream.
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