#16: cyrano
there are no curtains to part
but the lights dim to black
and there he is.
I am enamoured immediately,
art in performance, in line and gesture,
until the love of him is painful,
I weep.
but it is silent sadness full of knowledge
and understanding that carries with me.
the play must end - cyrano must end -
and with him the realisation of lyric value.
when he ends so does a part of me
and so we lie together in our spaces
of unrequited performance.
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