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I hold an impossible mirror above my head, just out of reach. The audience can't see it, only me. They clap and laugh and grin while I do my routine. Meanwhile something hangs overhead. So I'll do the dance, I'll put on the show, I'll do what they want. But I scream within, for mirror shards are no fickle sin. "More! More!" they chant. So I hold up the mirror instead. But they know no difference. For the mirror, is what they've always been fed.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
The Circus Act
I hold an impossible mirror above my head, just out of reach. The audience can't see it, only me. They clap and laugh and grin while I do my routine. Meanwhile something hangs overhead. So I'll do the dance, I'll put on the show, I'll do what they want. But I scream within, for mirror shards are no fickle sin. "More! More!" they chant. So I hold up the mirror instead. But they know no difference. For the mirror, is what they've always been fed.
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
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