A sense of audience
O' What dreams do wait?
Upon the stage so bare...
Star struck nerves stand and wait;
Upon eyes that simply stare!
Butterflies in deadweight flight..
Suck upon your bowl!
For now, is the opening night..
Where even cats do growl;
Blinded by glittering light
Stars are all you see..
Grinning egos await your plight
And ‘fool,' so gracefully.
Violence stems from silence!
Pressure in the dark;
A sense of audience...
Is only just the start!
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