The theater
Has been in full in the spectator
A nothing visibile
Is yet invisibile
In the voyeurs’s eyes
Put out the lights
Maybe a conversation happens
Cues are forgotten
Among the silences of serious characters
Golds, velvets, the stalls
Othello’s apathy, Yorick’s gravity,
theres’s also a limbo for the taciturns.
But the tongue
must keep on cooking
up serious speeches for
Yours Excellency
the Word
written, said, thought
right or wrong
good or bad the intention was?
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