no lets live in this scene, improv or scripted
bring the drama, spill the trauma
let your voice crack on the high notes
curtain calls and im pulling them back
place my tongue between them
as I write the next monologue directly on your skin but with no trace.
is this all not a stage?
Is every item not a prop and we not actors?
At what point did you stop pretending
or start
and become the character you were casted to be
Did you not choose this part?
Do you not continue to choose everyday as the acts move forward and players come and go from the stage right to left
We see it in politics
and these days feel like fanfics
which are only fiction until they come to fruition
so what exactly is fiction when reality these days seems so far out the scope possibility
and is it not easiest to digest in sitting in the idea that this is all a film.
an experiment.
a free willed improvisation
a shakespearean tragedy
a play in which the stage has always been on fire but each actor waltzes on soft feet
and shares words that could provoke emotion
and maybe even action to further the agenda of this art.
No matter stage or destiny
nevertheless. this all is art
you and I the masterpiece
the script
the standard
the play that hasnt been written but is