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a heavy face boils on the stage
a hold on their hearts     as he opens
to every memorized manuscript which brings him severe tranquility- it brings him an intimate absence
of anything which is or was
.                                          one’s own
-because one’s own can only deliver
.                     a cranky silence
*no small
.                     revelation. not even
.                     a line                      or clever phrase, just
the lapse of time                  on a silent stage
and his busy mind and the empty page

he reads it off
the silent mug, the coffee stain
the coughing lungs, the laughing page
this is
some author’s way
.                     of raising stakes
turning the page
and leaving it blank: