Glittering particles of practical magic segue to Saturday morning

A nudge shoves the last echo of the empty black spaces over the edge, faceted shards of electric possibility shattering splendidly across the floor

cut the rope
tear the cloth
break the chain
hack the cord

Freed from its tether the gargoyle abandons its post on the parapet, surveying the scene below with clear eyes and magnanimous amusement

the actors having lost the plot
repeating their lines
mesmerized

A second-rate shakespearean drama endlessly
unfolding

with
all
the
gravitas

of beige linoleum.