Rêverie | Vol . 6 Issue 11
The Monthly Muse
The Show by Poe E . T . The Night by P . Arty
A many shards of glass surround me , Showing the reflections in a twist No daybreak shall show my true form , my reflections and my secrets .
My face is as broken and shoveled , As the shards of glass . The hands of the clock spin , Time and time again , While the shards of glass complete the puzzle .
The waves recede and are gone . The show must go on .
Still a beastly reflection , If only the cruel and lovely mirror on the wall , could show the the colors and spirits , Alas ! I dream on and on until the wave of applause hits me .
The waves recede and are gone . The show must go on .
I stand up , ready to leave and , Enter the backstage , The makeup and hair , Clothed and prepped , The show must go on .
I wake up to the sounds of the eternal gears around me . Men talk , empty thoughts . The birds chirp outside .
No matter , here comes the Night .
I wipe the oil with my sleeve . “ Tomorrow ,” I lie , “ I shall fly .” Leaves rustle out the door .
No matter , here comes the Night .
The bottle rolls across the floor . “ The manager will not be happy , I think .” I race through the street to the Factory . Dogs bark as they watch me run . No matter , here comes the Night . The floor echoes as I drop the wrench . Mean glares . Carts rumble , I stumble . The sun glistens through the trees .
No matter , here comes the Night .
Who is this what a lovely stranger blood in my bed ? My vision is I stand up and put on my coat . The sky is so blue . No matter , here comes the blurry
Night is so alive . Bright lights and loud music and pretty girls and stale beer . The moon shines above . No matter , here comes the LET THE NIGHT REIGN .
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