thrust onstage
unscripted and unrehearsed
destined for both
the best and the worst
we enter with a smack
trip over the ottoman
to crack our heads
against slamming doors
we crawl on all fours
through the writhing mass
in the jig and dance
of circumstance
the players enter and exit
and we never know why
and like the masks
we can laugh or cry
so laugh in the face
of life's grand farce
it's all improvisation
of course
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