VG fic:what's in a name. Brian/curt (somewhat) g

[einsoff]

title: what's in a name
disclaimer: last time I checked still wasn't mine.
rating:g
pairing: brian/ curt (somewhat).

slightly inspired by leonard cohen's halleluja.

The soliloquy of a no man.

First act:

Don’t call me Thomas.

Obliterate it from your memory.

Scratch out one letter at a time.

Or otherwise

Repeat it, abuse it, misuse it,

until it has lost all meaning,

until it’s nothing but letters.

I shall remain nameless,

mass-less as the air,

all encompassing.

You’ll remember me every time the wind blows-

gusts blowing music in your ear.

Don’t call me Thomas.

Second act:

Call me Brian.

I am time itself,

never born- never dead, unchanged,

wearing the moving world as my skin.

I’m the empty book of history.

I am history repeating.

I am hollow as a guitar. Filled up by music.

I’m the secret cord played to King Saul.

I’ve won David his kingdom.

I’m a salvation army without might,

marching without feet.

I’m a voiceless shout,

calling out Brian.

Third act

Call me Maxwell.

I speak the nascent language of beauty.

Delicate gestures

Gorgeous skin.

I speak beauty but he is

Beauty incarnate.

He surges up as power in me.

Making ours-

the coarse language of love.

I am a black hole.

I will swallow you whole.

Don’t call me love.

Last act

Call me Tommy.

They say art is a beautiful lie

That makes you see the truth.

I’m all- lie.

I am everyone you’ve ever met.

I say all the words,

You’ve already heard.

I walk the path many before me went.

For I have a voice,

I have feet,

And one day I will die.

At night before I go to sleep.

Please,

Call me Thomas.