Saturday, October 24, 2015

Stage struck

Stage struck                                                                                             

We lifelong bear the terrible onus
of guilt and regret rather than let go

the egocentric notion of autonomy.
Enamored of the gallant figure we portray

to ourselves, living out the pleasure and triumph
of our fictional performances, we dutifully suffer

our roles also in their inevitable tragedies,
unwilling to entertain the notion of true vulnerability,

concede any of our imagined power
to the drama’s author and director.

Not when we have the starring role
and our stage name is at the top of the marquee.

O child of God, step off the footlight edge
and tumble into oblivion.

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