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Oct 2017
ibi est scena -
                      autem ibi
           nullus actor -

there is a stage -
                          but there is
                                              no actor.

if omni orbis
                              est scena

                                        ring true...
       we can confine
the aktor
in the mould of a medax -

halfwit minotaur...
           culprit and
the scalped crown...
                
i have the bloom of whatever
flower i take to choosing -
and the remains:
      an engraving of
hopes, dirges, and desires...
whispered fragrances
to allocate a foothold of
cerberus's stood ground...

           barking, whining,
whimpering,
      howling and desiring
the lodgings of a
smoked timber-frame -
        
revealed in the immediate
circumstance -
as the loss of the ultimatum:
the penultimate loss -
the one, pondering death...
        the one:
  once discarding,
now all the more
embracing...
            
                   all word is a stage,
given an actor present...
     but no stage is ever a stage,
where no actor takes to
invite the world being staged...
            
    in the guise of
                  a worldly staged
                loss of a reckoning -
to no stage an equivalent world -
to no actor an equivalent role -

              there is a confirmation
nonetheless -
   a stage empty, without actor,
is a world emptied with
     a labour that otherwise demands
a caress of a soothing tongue -
in replica, as in non-replicating
take on disaster - a formality of
re-introduction.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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