How twisted it is when the stage is lit
And the singer
Bellows
Or more apt – when the dancer dances
That we spectate
With such pomposity
As if the bellows-
As if the dance
Is danced for
Us
The spotlight does not
Request the dance
But bestows it
The dancer knows it
To be simple
Silly
Why perform
For an unadorned face
In a dark seat
When it’s the spotlight that is watching
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7 comments:
hm.i really like:
"we spectate with such pomposity, As if the bellows-As if the dance, is danced for us."
I identify with it too.
...when it's the spotlight that is watching.
Pretty cool brotha.
that is sweet mark
maybe one of your best Mark.
mark.
thanks sam
like this a lot man...
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