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Mask Ivy draws the curtains For my last premier in the night To the trees ... For the sky ... The true tale of me is told. My daily mask is expunged. A bush of shrubs applaud, The wind their stimulant, The rain their orchesrta ... I have no fear of inhibition Nor fear of failure I am Mary Magdalene, Dorothy, Eliza I dance in an imaginary chorus line I do not miss a step … Miss a tune … Forget a line. I am safe in my living room theatre; It threatens no thieves of dignity. The good spirits also applaud. ... alone in my living room theatre ... of imagined fans, and even foes. In this private theatre I am the star With ubiquitous talents. Is it a sin to indulge in such reverie? I think not. … to feel such joy and freedom … to bathe in glory. Apart from the deluge of consciousness. |
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