• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 08
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Loose Ends

Are you waiting
for the brush and
the paint, after hangover
or are you unhappy
at things beyond control
or are you simply staging
theatricality, delivering
a silent monolgue
in time's wilderness
cut off frame, in bewilderment
asking to be despised?
You have forgotten me,
the self and your history
of playing the impresario.
Yet you are now still at the centre
with loose ends hanging
in limbo.
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