Here is a sample of one of my monologs. This one is from my first book--monologs taken from the time of Christ.
subito
Shepherds roamed the
fields by night
noisily rounding up
the herds.
In the city, census time
was here.
Thousands of people,
millions of words.
Listening to them,
one would say
that chaos was the
order of the day.
The cacophony of
sound
that every moment
grew louder
more urgent
more raucous
more insistent
except
in a stable.
Here the noise is
hushed
the air seems charged
the molecular
structure changed,
the atoms and ions
rearranged.
And why not?
Nothing would ever be
the same,
the order and balance
of life,
once perfectly in
synch--
then skewed in a
slithery sillibant slur of sin
now is whole
both out and in.
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