Pursued by our interests
Confirmed by our talents
Lifted into some genius
By the list of players assembled
The audience of angels
Rustling into stillness in the dark
Finally the gardener arrives
The secret protagonist of the play
To speak the prologue of the sun
And carry the stars on stage
In my version he is surrounded
By children and I speechless
Have been poorly cast as one
Awkwardly reaching for his hand
Sometime before the scene is done
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