Eighth Conundrum

wait for the burning wire smell to pass...

I shall collect ten thousand artifacts,
Write ten thousand lines,
A life-long tapestry comical,
Once wished to be sublime;

Like the actor in the wings,
Is he listless, or indebted?
Is he the lines about to register,
Or the rhythms that he's imbedded?

Have I held the court,
And studied tomes,
Walked through gardens,
Contemplated bones,
To know myself, or simply know
The role that I've been given?

Am I your waking fantasy,
Or are you mine?
And are these moments
Tragic, or divine?

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

A good play with binaries, right, I can just imagine this young understudy, who has experienced several set backs, reciting these lines at the edge of the curtain, I liked, good work

[David Aiello]

^______^ thank you very much! To sense that the image carried is always a happy thrill for me, thank you for your perspective and co-imaginings!