Voiceless
The stage's set for two
In transcient timeless thread
But beneath spotlight burning
Shadows convolute the troupe
Lend patience, I beg my blood
Beating senseless to my questions
Whose answers are only qualms
Whom only brood and breed and spawn
To screeching strings taught
Dies the quiet tranquility
To melodrama's rapidity
Rises senseless ruminating
I realize a regretful reluctance
A gluttony of thoughts inspires
And flood an invigoration
Of the shadows' consumption
Before curtain's fall wherein
What's lost is for nothing, may yet
Clarity beam serenity
And incinerate the temerity
Of shadows' pervasive display
Leaving, at last, not a troupe,
But the duo that'd brought
My feet's first stepping beyond
A mind I call a cage
To a place reborn and called
'The Stage'
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