the center can hold.
i gather my
fragmented shadows,
write a tragedy in an act
and bring us back.
for you mon coeur, i must
find a way back into this skin.
i have missed you.
time was fleeting
and my spirit
though blithe and hopeful,
stifled
like a drudge
in oppressive academia,
was singing a monody
to an untimely
grave.
darling theater,
in your name i reclaim my center.
You think of me,
Approaching-
Jagged glass protruding from each orifice
You cower
Down.
For comfort, you tell yourself.
I see.
But what of us dreamers?
Eye sockets in-verted
by glass
Do you judge our glazed expression? Think us
vacant
Charmers.
This is pure
allure.
Walk around in our breath.
A child sans ploy. An adult sans image.
Very, very, veritable.
For me, for me, formidable.
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