I went to the theater, for the dance-troupe was in town. 
Their performance was an odd one, but i liked it.
There was a ball of light, in the center of the stage.
And all the dancers fluttered around it,
they jumped higher and higher
and climbed on each other.
It remained just out of reach.

It went on all night,
i left the theater before it ended,
dreaming about,
how as the dancers would grow,
they would be able to reach the light,
after all.
I could clearly see how it would scorch their minds,
burn down fortresses they build for themselves,
how they would fall to the ground as clouds,
of ash, and arise like childeren,
from the stage now grey.

Then it would start again i guess,
for all under the light is forced to grow,
and fall apart, eventually.