When the stage becomes an empty space
Where do you return to?
When the light goes out unforetold
How would you navigate your way in the dark?
When your friends have all gone to answer their calls
How do you account yours?
Now that the stage is busy
Actors are pretending
And audience are audiencing
Where do you return to
When the stage becomes an empty space
From an empty space where it had emerged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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