the inattention kills you,
the rest in all their rage and glory,
in their passion, stuck in the present,
the inner all seeing eye on the future,
between the two that gaze out forward.
Do not run from what you feel,
Do not think that will wither your woe
Like a petal in mourning finally discarded,
Away. Need not grieve and say, i hurt
It be done as yes to be to be to be.
Before the curtains close the actor whispers
a head just poking out and lips moving
But everyone hears, to be indeed it was to be.
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