In the greenroom the performer grieve in front of the
mirror;
He is curling in fetal position,
He is in excruciating pain, miserable games
disposable possessions.
He is screaming in front of the fire, fervent impartial
feelings
profane, shameless
ode.
The mind running like a fox tangled in a line cut of
unnecessary ado
to continuously build
a fence; iron coated with rust corrosive remains
of a pity,
misunderstood soul searching for guidance.
Get up, look outside the fence.
Indeed, between Earth and Mercury; Venus reflect brilliancy
Brighten the river
Infusion to the perennial fragrant water lily
Breach of life!
-Jade da Rocha
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