poetry by j matthew waters

scene one act one take one hundred

it’s neither better nor worse
it simply evolves from one
moment to the next
how it fits inside your head
isn’t anyone’s guess but yours

you can turn down the sound
or blast it past the limit
either way it’s not going anywhere
whether tugging at your sanity
or playing hide-n-go-seek

armies amass on the stage
in full gear & practicing lines
their audience obsolete
the outside world looking in
reworking the script on the run

june two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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