No encore to ensue
like before
.Crickets once more.
The showing through
with certain cues- to bow
but how? There's no belief its over now.
Too soon suited stepping on the stage
arrived
and given lock to key the cage,
sent to stun amaze.
At the line, ready to go-
but, yet-
I’ve forgot to set
and someone’s pulled the curtains I bet.
The ending bars, the lining cars.
By now its time to leave
but theres applause I won’t receive.
I can’t be done;
in the back there stands
with broom in hand
tomorrow,
but it must’ve been fun.’
I drop my head and won't forget
the preparation
and adulation that went into this
disarray,
and now lay dead.
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