This has no reason to be
Save the reason, unborn
Unreal, that I know not,
See me as I struggle like
Blind, like deaf, I smell
My very fate, not a gate,
But a stage trap, gaping,
Waiting to swallow my
Fall, written before my
Birth and singing above
All of my desolate sigh.
Like script, but unlike me
I go to gather light and
Applause for what has
No reason to be, save the
Reason I cannot see,
Alone I wonder aloud
Which costume I shall
Wear to the funeral,
My own.
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