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The curtain rises
Alone on the stage
The audience stirs
Blurring images
Loud images
Thunderous waves echoing
Off the backstage walls
Props pop up around the stage
Images brought by silent stage hands
Cluttered around in an ordered chaos
Alone on the stage
Troughs and crests of
Light and sound
Careen constantly
To and fro
The audience comes into focus
...
Every time and again
Still
Alone on the stage
I love my stage
I love my props
So much scenery
I see blood buried in the floor
Encrusted on the props
My blood
I remember that payment
The stage takes my focus
Engrossing props,
Endearing props
A slower play
Alone on the stage
Dancing among my props
Sprites engage my thoughts
Blink
Just the props
Alone on the stage
White noise like a brook
Suddenly stopping
The spotlight fades
The props engage
My remaining mind
Echoing voices
Echo silently
Blink
Just darkness
Blink
Alone on the stage
Blink
Light under the curtain
Blink
Roaring echoes
Blink
Blink
Blink
Just
sigh....
Alone


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