the audience sits up the play will start
we'll see the actors take up their pretense
we sit forward now all emotions intense
what's told is true of every normal heart
each action each character's own part
seems in its doing both small and immense
the sound and sight batter upon the sense
for we've been incorporated in the art
laughter and tears and yet we have no link
to these strange people out upon the stage
we find release and yet we were not tied
we've come for ease but find we have to think
to draw in all the humour and all the rage
unmoving we're exhausted from the ride
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
21 January 2007
fourth wall
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