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Jul 1
globe
not a stage a planet

bruised planks orbiting a sun made of soliloquy

audience as constellation—
each cough, a satellite of meaning

Rome burned here twice daily, except Sundays

and Hamlet rose and fell like a tide without moon

this was the world entire— conflagration fuelled
                                        by candlelight and gesture
this arose from thoughts regarding the June 30th, 1613, fire that destroyed William Shakespeare’s beloved Globe Theatre during a performance of Henry VIII when cannon shots set fire to its thatched roof.
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