Stephanie Eve Kane Arado (9/22/69 / Wyoming)

The beam is mysterious
Lurking behind a tremendous circle
Perhaps a pink ray dancing
Across the burnt orange carpet of childhood memories
Aimed strategically like Marvin the Martian's ray gun
Spitting out fresh flower petals invisible to the eye
Two black flat screen X-rays shoot out from circle
Hovering above the patient who remains
As though she is etherized upon a table
While popular artists strain out a few beats
Sounds and circles mere distractions
Now praying for the flat screens to disappear
Screens retract and the snout is lowered
Bridget, Nancy, John add attachments
Waiting for the one the only the unseen hope
No more music no more stillness no more circles
Oh God please send the invisible, expensive, state-of-the art
Beam only detectable by low sounding rumbles
Bringer of hope steeped in mystery - the positive charge
Far away in space where invisible beams lurk
Beneath the sounds of No Doubt or High School Musical
A grunt, a swish a sound indicates
The discipline of waiting has ended
The mysterious, hope filled invisible energy
Will soon shoot out from a tremendous circle
Reminding of the cycle of life
Basic elements which create and destroy
Solely due to man's manipulation