Play.

once more failedfailed betterexorcised the reasons of grief & choly

once more looking towards all of it from aboveairborn

greeted the stones with gracenow it's the moment to seework forhow better it getswhatever & evertime it will take

sometimes I likewise stay stunnedlooking at the rare simplicityin between my chaotically divided linescame straight out the life we livefrequently burning inside mepartiallylike a candle in a glasssome of the wax stay stillcohese to & withinunburnedwatching the rest melt into the realitylike they weren't one of the knownlike an audience in London coliseumwatching the play set footlet some of the souls burn for their entertainment

however come to think of ithow does one become a part of the flamewhen the source is invisible to its eye

the power play goes onand as the viewers with our telescopic sunglassesa round of applause takes placecontextually insincere

neverthelessnone minds

the candle extinguishesaudience farewellstakes one last look at the stagesubconsciously wishingwishing to be the one the one with the lines

nonethelessenjoys a final glarewith a sincere reflexionsighs

proceeds to have the conversationwhere it's obligatory to talk about the non-understood appreciationa few peals of laughter are sharednext to a glass of that mandatory cheerscheers of the unspokenthe revealed but un-eyedone that is crucified

leaves the seats excusing their wishesto be prepared for its alike

similarlythinking they are unlike