The bright stage light beats down
On the old black painted wooden planks.
My eyes blink, and sear, but soon recover
And begin to scan those shadowed sitters.
My mouth moves but I am else where,
In a place where mind and body disconnect.
“Did I get flowers, are they even here?
They said they’d come, they must be sitting in the rear…’
And if it’s right then by the power of the night
Something new and beautiful can be learned.
You can be more you than you’ve ever been
By being someone else and committing their sins.
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