The Play and the Audience
A thought finds voice – and I can hear its speech.
Emotion rises. I can feel its rise.
Thought, emotion then converse. I watch.
In time, they dwindle and depart. I stay.
Another thought inquires, “So where's this I?”
2013, July 18th, Thu.
Manhattan, Chinatown
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