Just steps out of spotlight
The backstage swagger
Buoyed by butterflies
Swallowed in stomach
Mind races recitations
Transformations
The inky expanse
Is not a void to be lost within
For whether entrance is shadowed or lit
Within it one can avoid being lost
I have lived a thousand lifetimes
Cut short - curtailed by dropped curtains
Each moment an intimacy shared
Soul bared drawing strangers
Together
Like curtain close
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