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estranged attractor

 
Do not save my soul

or subject me
to the world, that
those words make

Ascended Masters
are wallpaper
decorating the flat
walls of the tomb

Thomas doubted
and he touched

Speak with me
in the language
of The Theatre

where communication
moves the cursor
through spaces
incorruptible by time

The play ended before it began
and they are cheering

as each actor
remembers their role

Written by lightbaron
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