The Editor brought the poem to theatre

A tallow-stick,
Black Pencil,
Russet shadow,
Bald meadow,
Fuzz
buzz
tick-tock
tick-tock
And ruse the rustle
Moth in wax shroud
Panther, puma
Into Blood bouts
Moon-burnt-beam;
Together
With Aliens, Birds
And hunched smoky spectators:
Clip-ed,
Edit-ed,
Trim-ed and Punctuate-ed,
The ab-surd Object d'art
To tantalize,
Fawn and Flaunt
Arcane whispers of my Heart
Ah.... In the Most Original World
Masks are to be worn by my Words...
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