Every drama is divided
Between the performance up front
And what's going on backstage
The years of preparation it takes
To insert a few moments of mercy
And your mind will never
Be the same dull thing
You start to feel each day
As the culmination of events
That happened long ago
And each night with its onset
Of stars clamoring to be born
What waits to wake you
Now you know it's there
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