each morning by the curtain

each morning by the curtain
of fraying dreams,
you are freshly
stalled, leaning firmly
on the last corner
of resistance
so that the rest of the
performers can shuffle
off while you leave an
enduring impression –
like a category five
sunrise – searing
until all is cold

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