I’ve yet to recall

Where it was

Or when it happened first in time-

That penultimate

Three hundred sixty degree vision of mine

Visited so long ago

Upon my yearning to know

What it would be like

To stand before thousands

And sing what was on my heart

Through a sound system

That was state of the art

There we were

Locked in the subtle embrace

Of perfect focus

Filling hungry ears

With a lawful overdose of Man’s joyous feedback

Love’s song

‘Show Biz’

They called it

In the slang

When we sang

On the stand

We called it the field of the Spirit

That invisible exchange of AWE-RIGHTS!

Between angels and other multitudes

Who also delight

In pursuing the pure golden radiance

Of nonsexual lovemaking

On the stand

And when

At the end

 They gave us a hand

I remembered where and when

Again

On the stand

John Christopher

1987