SOMETHING LIKE
A BLEMISH
I haven't offended, have I yet? I'll walk
this stage until I do however. You can
bet on that. And you can watch my shadow
disappear along the way the floor-lights cover.
Isn't that a paradox - watching me disappear?
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I know there's a crowd out there somewhere;
faces paralyzed or flummoxed, either way,
watching what the action brings. Scene One,
an introduction to time and place; Scene Two,
the battle; Scene Three, the death; Scene Four,
the grand concurrence, and the rectification of
names and things. Here the audience roars.
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We are sitting back, long after the final
performance, having our tea and oranges
as if in grand concelebration. Nothing left :
even the flawless audience is absent.
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