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Rhinocerotica pt. I: Fiddling on the Roof
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Extended Poetry We sit in your darkness
Waiting for your charade
Lights for show
Props are propped
Music is lounged
Your show tonight
You are all I see
As we applaud your laments
We die down to continue
Your charade rendition
As we sit in your shade
You are the stars
You whisper little words
You comment our attention
Plucking rabbits from your hat
The applaudience never knows
When to cease and when to go
To set off slipstreams
Of hands together
How do you survive
As we survive your darkness?
