You can't be serious
Writing a poem
There's too much at stake
The frivolous must wake up
And sit in the front row
Watching itself being taken apart
Demeanor and tone must go home
The audience whittled down to one
Small child on a dark stage singing
To see one you must be alone
Where you might never come back
If you go there unprepared
With too few sleepless nights
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