Poem # 75- Theater

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There's a little theater
Playing beneath me
I'm the director—
And also the audience.

There's a little theater
Playing before I sleep
The acts of romance
Kindling me too deep.

There's a little theater
Broadcasting in my mind
Face planted on my pillow
Followed up by a silent cry.

There's a little theater
Raging me to continue
The storyline is rather sudden
But at least I can still follow.

There's a little theater
And I'm the actor
Am I being psychotic?
Am I the only person?

There's a little theater
Playing beneath me—
Broadcasting in my mind—
Hoping there's also a little theater for everyone.

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