the script – a poem by Lyle Bateman

If all the world truly is a stage
built of infinitely complex sets
of exquisite detail
And we are truly but players
in this grand docu-comedy
tragi-horror biopic
Is it too much to expect that somwhere
from someone, we might see a copy
of the script?

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