Showtime

Fresh start
On a blank of white and red
Flesh turns; strange.
Speak higher, whisper louder;
Turn faster.
Pair by pair,
in twos they line for the show,
Curtain calls for more.
Let the audience gossip,
And ships will sail
Across the sea of ink and paper
Where stories are written,
And fairytales are closed.
The axe descends
On roots and pens
The new beginning.

But if all you see is where you could be,
You won’t see where you are.

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