Play

The commons lie empty:
the trees unclimbed,
the river unswum,
the rope unturned,
the rhyme unsung,
the swing unswung,
the air unbreathed;
stale breezes atrophy.

behind the blinds we play
on an LED stage,
escaping the day
we’ve forgotten to face;
safe in our humming hives,
we are actors portraying real lives.

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