An actor was perched in perfect fragility upon the stage
He blurred the lines
Hid behind a shroud
A giant banner of illusion caked within his face

Who could he be?
Did it matter?
Did it matter if it mattered?
He moved this way and that whilst belching his monologue

There was an implied and shared delusion
Within him
Within the audience
He carried himself toward his marks night after night

As the scene drew to a swift and rewarding close
He turned his back to leave
Crossing the lines
Between two worlds occupied in the same space