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Based on The Awakening by Kate Chopin     

 

Tyler Robert Batson

 

 

Sing!...

Sizzle!...

Swim!

 

 

She is condemned to speak not

Her voice parishes in the sepulchral of her surroundings

 

Sing!...

    

            Sizzle!...

        

                           Swim!

 

She begins to open up

As the birds<<<<<<sing>>>>>>

                   r i s e s

As the sun ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^

And as the ocean.......................invites us

She is free....

 

 

Phase One:

 

Setting up the night

A parrot sings a suited song:

        

                           "Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi!"

 

The night approaches....

 

In silence, she sings along:

 

Anew she cries

Held back and bound in chafing ties

 

"Getting out!" and "Getting out!"

She runs into the darkness

She whines

Her silence shatters with sadness

Her body belts out a sudden discordant serenade

 

To the song

She dances along:

 

"Turning, she thrust her face, steaming and wet, into the bend of her arm,

                and she went on crying there, not caring any longer...."

 

She is breathing from the inside out.....

Inhaling her condemned feelings and

Exhaling them out

 

Her body is singing along

She is growing

 

 

Phase two:

 

Alone and in herself

She falls into deep sleep

 

She awakes as the sun rises from the east....

                                                        ....And must inevitably settle in the sea

 

"She was happy to be alive and breathing....She discovered many a sunny,

                              sleepy corner fashioned to dream in"

 

Anew she is born

Unbound and untorn

Embracing the mellow yellow sun

Her psyche is re-spun

 

She is breathing from the inside out....

Inhaling her condemned feelings and

Exhaling them out

 

Her mind is clear and bright

She has grown...

 

 

Phase Three:

 

She has grown

 

Peeling her accustomed skins

She offers herself to the sea

She has accepted her reality

Her sexuality

 

Anew!

The deep dark blue

Anew!

Sexuality is no longer askew

Anew!

She is in full view!

 

"The water was deep, but she lifted her white body and reached out with a

long, sweeping stroke. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body

                                        in its soft, close embrace"

 

 

She was breathing from the inside out....

Inhaling her condemned feelings and

Exhaling them out

 

Her sexuality is sparkling

As the sea sparkles and spins

 

She grew.