The Night Sky

The Night Sky
an Opera in Three Acts

Cast:
Fent, father
Fel, his son
Wa, Fel's wife

Scene One

(in which Fel and Wa discuss going to meet Fent; then make love)

Wa

Gentle one all your tongues will turn to water
speak not of withering

Fel

Angels have holy mandate not to wither
have faith!
we have struggled for and with each other
paper love is no substitute for the true thing
we have deepened our bond now
unfettered each other's hearts
so now finally, stronger are we
and I feel
it is time
let me show you half my blood
my complexity owes to him -
in a sense my co-creator
whom you have not met but indeed heard stories
my pater

Wa

Father Fent

Fel

Most pleased to show him my limbed spouse
newer fevers make him well
a good man you will feel
makes his son yearn
to do him proud

Wa

Before the bough deadens
let eye contact transmit my love for Fel
so that Fent may fall into this fever
and smile at his son
and merry smiles!

Fel

As am I, he may be
we share traits, the same blood
be warned: both he and I are in
accord and express ourselves as father and son
and thus my personality doubled

Wa

My Fel doubled!
then those similarities reflect from him to you
and redouble-- my love for you
shall reflect to father
the same blood and goodfeelings abound

Fel

How pleased am I for your consent
father will be pleased with my wife Wa
we shall spend the night so we can
talk till morn and spend company
with his collection of music
reach human understandings
and new friendships

Wa

Like camels
red memories and white experiences
stored though the long desert of shallow sand and thirst
make we an oasis and cultivate
each other

Fel

Family holds bonds though understanding
blood is heavy and a burden
but we milk its nutrients
lighten the obligations
so blood relations may be borne aloft
misunderstandings are common
so let instinct dictate
expressions of goodwill!

Wa

Make arrangements,
new moon or so
may we wax towards each other
Fel and I, holding hearts

Fel

Holding hands
palm lines deepen as my love does

Wa

Trace this limb
yours: a miracle of nerve and musculature
Castorp was never more accurate
in the midst of sickness concealed under robust chests
but thanks that we are well!

Fel

I can trace a healthy line here
from the lateral rib
to the start of a fullness
just at the juncture of lung and heart
what pointed sensitivity lies here!
blind and aware!

Wa

You have stained me with your lips
intaglio saliva
what lies beneath these threads?
if we touch each other, we may become each other

Fel

How I wish to become another
secrete like them
can this body power such a rapidly beating heart?

Wa

Is this the first time - one of many - I give you
cause to tremble with anticipation: why so?
what unusual tension!

Fel

I wish to make you taste like me

Wa

I wish to violate your limbic system
[lovely violence]

[End scene one]

Scene Two

(in which Fel and We arrive at Fent's house; greet; allude to Fel's mother; and prepare to eat)

Fel

We have come, arrived at the paternal house
pleasant anticipation of the double embrace:
being in the company of both wife and father

Wa

The anticipation is mine
what kind man gives his son such eyes
as have melted mine own?
A slight apprehension at meeting

Fel

Do not quiver
let ease upon your brow stray
beams of light illume my eyes
your beautiful senses will tell
how much I love you
Ah! Here we announce arrival

Fent

Good son!
Buoyant with the knowledge of seeing you again
have I waited for today
The morning passed in exercises of deliberate distraction
Now here you are

Fel

Sir, with the most pleasure
meet you here my companion
my friend on this many branched life
my candle
my wife, Wa

Wa

A pleasure Sir
how well Fel has described you
but yet did not prepare me for the warmth of your smile!

Fent

But for your clear eyes I would ask you not to flatter me
come, I have modest preparations for a table
soon we may break bread
talk of this and that
unfetter the bonds of first meetings
know each other as persons
Fel here knows the value of conversation
but Fel - how long it has been---
perhaps I should not ask---
since I heard word of your mother
I may be impertinent but the imagination wishes to know--
is she well?

Wa

Better to imagine healthy days and sunshine
wishing her good
than bringing to words the truth of the matter

Fel

I confess a reluctance to process the matter
Indigestion results from chewing bad food
verbiage might help empty these thoughts;
I see myself of many years ago:
I could not have imagined a better ally then,
Confidences and the worries of a young child
she made me her everything
and herself everything to me
soothed the frightful afterimages of bullies
and arranged for my incipient naiveté
children believe those they trust
told of enemies in sight
how my father Fent contrived to hurt
an unstable queen with her brood
now I have grown and cast off the trappings of juvenility
and she still yearns for simplicity; those years of shared time with son
conspiring against a father who knew only his family was distant
(know father I have grown and have always loved you)
she has fallen into a vast and simple nostalgia:
one who arranges for dependence upon a simple child
--the child is now grown, with vision in both eyes
such a desperate one
finds satisfaction only in harsh gestures
beating at the riverbed till the water becomes cloudy
must she obstruct her own clarity
though infinite peace beckons
trials should force one to become strong
how mighty the human soul!
how strange and brutal the need to suffer!
it is her wont
and I find it easier to stay true and cultivate new plants
not lashed to the masts of a ship blowing towards self destruction
I hope she alters course
but I, with my wife Wa
find a beautiful openness with each other
I stand on two feet, sea-legs strengthened
by salt and grime
Father whole and in my life at this juncture
and how I express thanks to your humanism!

Fent

I am sorry for my strange question
but most happy am I that Fel
whom I thought was drowning
has become such a strong swimmer
and the aid of clear-eyed Wa to navigate--
no murky rivers in her eyes
most excellent!

Wa

You are too eloquent
Fel and I share a kindness and optimism
he is strong not only because of tribulation
but Sir, your gentle influence and smile
have made him who he is
my intuition tells me so

Fel

With what impunity you discuss
my personality! Glad am I for your words
can we not focus discussion on other topics than myself?
I suffer from an excess of goodwill towards
father and Wa

Wa

Your gloom fades as your pride flushes!
glad to witness this change am I

Fent

We must speak of other topics
if only so we may draw out personalities
deep into the night- with music we may grow
fearless of the void and create new life!
friendship and family!
but now: dinner is ready
a toast to our health!

Wa and Fel
Our health!

Scene Three

(late night post dinner conversation. Fent confesses his troubles; Fel leaves and Fent and Wa engage in eroticism; Fel reenters and a threesome is had; as penetration begins, so does poetry and the love elegy)

Fel

A wonderful repast
desert wines tickle the palate
the soft glow of shaded lamps upon the scene;
stars brilliant in windows

Fent

Fortunate are we who gleam beneath
midnight skies a roof sturdy
you have spoken whitely about your passions
and your daily bread
and so I beg Wa:
how spend you the circular?
you too gather the sun's shadows in movement?

Wa

Sir, I spend my days in the company of orchids
helping most petals moisten and pistils form:
my lively-hood is assisting beauty reveal itself;
helping lovers and sensitive bond
cultivation
and I too feel a kind of bloom in my breasts
in tending virditas for a living

Fent

Virditas the metaphor for continuance
the desire to reach up and out
grow teach and share
Most excellent an occupation!
Plants that reach upwards
greening passions and budding
life!
Yet those inks do not dye
these open eyes:
I confess my melancholy
rust tinged bitterness at the mention--
eyes that shade darkly when
my own internal chemicals burn
are met with an endless night
and not my strivings held
But why pass precious seconds
fingering the worries of an old man's dim candle?
Speak of pleasant colours
remind me not of foundering needs
Smile! and turn to other phrases

Fel

I ask your dark eyes
speak more of this melancholy!
As son I would like to know your soul
help the grasping fingers un-cramp
Wa and I may be your potentates
do not hide from our carefully listening ears
unburden yourself easily

Wa

Trust that Fel and I mean well
speak not if you feel such strain

Fent

I wish not to display my decaying retinas
a terrific monster whose instinct is only tempered
by a honed acumen: I know all too well that I must be alone
with this creature; well seasoned am I in rejection and
stern recrimination
golden leaves, the grasping at warmth
to become another human though the medium of touch
wonderful bright!
Towers my desire which obstructs and shadows fall
soil untilled in a cold shade
I confess a desire to warm an other
limbic systems alight with anticipation
but how black the night!
the seed falls useless into my own hands
my chemicals bring no one light
while others smile in bliss!

Fel

Still unrecognized as dimension by most
the human tropism and arabesque
for limbs vivid and deep eyes;
your shade will be the fertilizer for growth
potential always springs new
though the eyes blind wander uncertain
tides ebb and flow with natural ease

Fent

The creature's impatience brooks no
patient cultivation and natural ease
unnatural colours abound and bind
and thus a vicious serpent
my tail in my mouth
my mouth in my tail
the act of an aged and preposterous man!
forgive me
a shame to be negative at this joyous reunion
thanks for your kaleidoscopic optimisms
I prefer to change the focus from myself
show me more evidences of your effort
what kinds of filigreed art do you create?
have you not images?

Fel

Images are imperfect but might nonetheless
impress you with the essence of my creative acts
they exist in time, and move quickly in and out of memory
so I have captured a few instances with photographic arts
let me fetch them from below

[Fel exits]

Wa

Fel's enthusiasm is only matched by his need for appreciation
but he lives well with obscurity for his imagination strives
he is both more sturdy and more fragile than he seems

Fent

You are finely devoted to him
I hope that he too makes you shine
and keeps your palette fresh

Wa

In a masculine world garish bright
the two of us hold freedom and trust
as fantastic rewards for struggling
one then the other selfish and alone
we have learned to hold hands
so that fireflys may glitter unceasingly
even in the winters when we shiver
and thus we glow in all seasons

Fent

It is the two of you who illume this evening
lanterns who stray into this garden and keep me company
you sway and beckon so well
I spoke of forbidden matters
what comfortable souls you have!
to make me bare my cavities

Wa

First evening light
trust makes us beautiful
no less you for your feelings

Fent

the stewardship of flora
must bring you tenderness
your words heal

Wa

If only you realized
how much your Fel loves you
and thus I,
you would not fret so
but clasp my hands in soft
brings touch gold to the heart

Fent
[clasps Wa's hands in his own]

You the flower girl
who presses fresh plantlings into my hands!
your temperature and heartbeat flowing

Wa

With Fel you share blood
with me you share touch

Fent

Exercises of threads pull
weaving complexities
you fill me to the brim
inappropriate

Wa

My ways are not red and black
no insectile calculation
When you pass this life bye
meaningful embraces will not regret
Fel too knows the value
come, make me beautiful

Fent

Instinct is much the brighter
than reflexive consciousness
what form and virditas!
your upper lip reveals your nature
flower mouth

Wa

mmm

[Enter Fel]

Fent

You spoke of the bloom in your breasts
bloom and nurture at once the same

Fel

This is beautiful, to
give suckle to friend and father of mine!
Father at the breast
you nurse you
here I kneel, touch your faces
[...]
You have two breasts!
double harmony, miracle of form!
Fent and Fel transmit through you
ecstasy your body gives you to feel
pleasure love and peace

Wa

The two of you,
levo and dextro at each nipple
orient in twin tongues and genetics
somatic mirroring
I feel ember and moist
[...]
Yes kiss so that salivas may mingle to one
[...]
ember and moist
[...]
Fel your Fent deserves more

Fel

I have always confessed desirous curiosity
how similar in form?
Fel will undress father
an instrument revealed

Wa

What candor!
this tastes [...] more paternal than Fel
the source vibrant still

Fel

Let me join Wa and bring
still more feeling and wetness
to that which so vital to my making
here before my eyes

Fent

Every act is a gift
every act

Fel

[...]
Wa and I trade kiss and converse
this current a medium between us
[...]

Fent

Come Wa
[...] what sensitivities you must feel
the attentions of father and son
[...]
what dimorphic secrets here lie
to kiss you on the lips
what want you betray!
[...]

Fel

Wa recieves the act she so trustingly performed
[...]
I know the scent the construction
of Wa's fragrant red-rimmed
so receptive to Fent clean mouth
[...]

Fent

nectar and pollen

Wa

Pistils and stamen

Fel

Chlorophyll and skin

Fent

What sensations sex gives birth to!

Wa

I cannot conceive anything other than
gasp and light
so don't worry your seeds bloom in the heart
between three of us we bear a child
called art
human art

Fent

Breathless beautiful ribcage
a billion years ago crystal and inorganic
each of us us a genius
to see beauty in human form

Wa

We are divinity

Fel

Beautiful miracles of personality,
the sublime organizations of nature organic,
creations of being, consciousness, light and mineral:
the flesh is a miracle!

[Fade lights as sex continues]

END