She had a dream last night.
It was just like real life.
Only difference was
everyone was an actor
playing themselves,
inching towards the elastic last act.
What if she’s been playing herself
for so long she’s just forgotten?
Always stretching towards the ending—
“Say is that a fact?”
Time is bending; it’s impending—
“The impact’s too abstract!”
Always stretching towards the ending—
“I just can’t keep track!”
Time is bending; it’s impending—
the elastic last act.
Ruth on a round stage.
She feels odd and uncomfortable.
Someone walks in, sits down, gives a little cough.
She can’t step off. She wants to but she can’t.
Always stretching towards the ending—
“Say is that a fact?”
Time is bending; it’s impending—
“The impact’s too abstract!”
Always stretching towards the ending—
“I just can’t keep track!”
Time is bending; it’s impending—
the elastic last act.

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