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The
Tale of the Queen of Endor
by Clayton Beach
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You
came on stage
Deus ex machina.
Ego exited,
No longer necessary for this act.
Suddenly, I see
The audience is gone,
The scenery has disappeared.
Surprised, I see
There’s no performance at all:
Just our created reality,
Just us two.
In other plays,
Actors fight with words and swords
And often cut on purpose
But bleed on accident.
Ego steals every scene,
Destroys the meaning of the script.
If he’d never come,
All would be well,
But they invited him anyway.
Donning costumes,
Wearing masks,
We hide and protect,
Wary of danger,
Avoiding the storm.
Take it all off,
My body your shelter,
That we may face each other,
Naked and perfect.
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