Auditions

AUDITION TIME


Crossing the water
Talking with friends
Finding my way to the red door

Remembering encounters
The rush of excitement
Grounding myself in the words

Why did I stop
Before it was over?
Did the juice drain away?


Illusion - all illusion
Looking for newness
Trying undone arts

But true satisfaction
Is only found on the stage.







 

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