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April 6, 2005

Improv

It is a pulse, a rythm a reflection of life. It is my hammer, my quadratic equation, my arcane formulae. It listens, it answers it solves and explores.

You are my love, my other woman. You plug me in, you are the part of me that doesn't have to be linear or binary. You enjoy me as much as I enjoy you. You force me to think, force me to extend and force me to explore my ideas, explore my emotions and explore all the things that I'm afraid of.

Thou art the scent and hue of life and the scintillating color of thought. Thou art the laughter of every intelligent mind enjoying being twisted around a new idea. How I love thee, profess thee, adore thee and beg thee to let me understand thy mystery.

I.

I am your mirror. I am your true sight, your oversight and your misstep. I give no quarter, ask no respite and take no prisoners.

I am improv.

I am you.

Posted by Chuck Charbeneau at April 6, 2005 3:02 PM