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.