They Come And Go

And they come and go; the smiling faces, the automatic pleasantries, the cold distances of everyday human exchange. These mimicries. These learned handshakes. These benign tooth-flashing displays, white curtains hiding the disinterested or malign backstage players, to be cued into the third act – True Colours. How appropriate. Trite appropriateness, that subjective cordiality for the dancer with no rhythm of their own but the bowing, bobbing and bashful bending to the choreography of the appropriate day in, day out metronome. They come and go these forgetful acquaintances. These come and go, depthless, devious norms they are for the forgetful, infantine mind