i gather my
fragmented shadows,
write a tragedy in an act
and bring us back.
for you mon coeur, i must
find a way back into this skin.
i have missed you.
time was fleeting
and my spirit
though blithe and hopeful,
stifled
like a drudge
in oppressive academia,
was singing a monody
to an untimely
grave.
darling theater,
in your name i reclaim my center.
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