Are you now denied all access
Has your ticket long been punched
Is your fear stuck in the alley
Intermezzo—out to lunch
Will you even see the picture
From the far end of the line
Would a curtain serve to raise your hopes
Can a loser ever shine
The doorman calls "It's Showtime"
As the lights all start to dim
An usher cries "There's One Seat Left"
You madly rush within
With eyes now strained in darkness
You find that one last chair
And on the stage, hope kisses fear,
—all encores yours to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
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