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| 'Inner Realms' by Trish |
stark, cat and mouse, tragicomedy.
Actor's feel, pant their part.
But the darkness of this theatre is odd?
Themes ever shrouded in secrecy,
a weird unceasing drama, played by endless ghosts.
Who's only language, are silent screams, wild laughter, gut wrenching relentless babble.
The performers, their, roles, why are they ever obscure?
A shoal of emotions, that slip, shiver,
seer, to then steal away, brood in the wings, breathe their theft of breath, re-enter when called, to smite-reunite- muted -madness, upon the breathless, tarnished star.
All seems lost, as ghosts and ghouls, pant, gasp, ever closer,
Then, Breath-Breathes, radiates, its gift into the art of life.
In and out , in and out,
to the harmonious beat of the heart,
Tushie
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| 'Destiny's Entrance' by Trish |
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