Through the dust of curtains, through old velvet,
A stranger\u2019s face drinks the dregs of a role.
My gesture \u2013 broken, forever withered,
The fierce pain hidden beneath the greasepaint.
I am in the stalls, in the thick darkness,
A spectator lost between the rows.
I look at the stage \u2013 at the false formation,
Where the exit has been tightly shut before us.
I was molded by accidental fingers,
Cut from fabrications, scraps, and desires.
I am a mannequin abandoned in a word,
In the oblivion of faded, vain hopes.
I am but a space, a gaping abyss
Between the one I dreamed of being in my sleep,
And the puppet assembled today
By hands that have become strangers to me.
Between what the heart longed to shine with \u2013
That pure radiance which knows no boundaries \u2013
And this phantom, woven from decay
Amidst squares and paper towers.
One single pause, frozen between two,
Unknown, lonely in every drama.
Around the walls \u2013 a merciless prison,
Where the world is dissolved in this whimsical frame.
There is no \u201cI.\u201d Only the screen flickers.
A gray, tart smoke crawls into my lungs,
To erase the contour, the likeness, and the plan \u2013
Forever becoming a muffled ash.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Through the dust of curtains, through old velvet,A stranger\u2019s face drinks the dregs of a role.My gesture \u2013 broken, forever withered,The fierce pain hidden beneath the greasepaint. I am in the stalls, in the thick darkness,A spectator lost between the rows.I look at the stage \u2013 at the false formation,Where the exit has been tightly […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[117,116],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-loss","tag-shadow"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n