Distance beckons, my woman

A theatre of memories have assembled

In the hall where souls are gambled

In the shadows a feline waitress with balanced tray

Awaits the opening salvo of the play

The audience are thoughts

That cling to the theatre like limpets

Unshakeable, unbreakable

Watching the tragedy unfolding

Night after night

The players, now drunk, contained by fate

Continue their plight

Like searing meteors arcs of fading light

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