Just the moment theatre curtains
were rolling down for a close, and
Actors and clowns were slipping away to their homes after blowing their voices
to a phenomenal performance on the stage;
At that moment of the midnight hour
I felt a pause, spilling
flicker of my burning heart:
Is that the ripples of an act
was playing ashes
to my beat,
A silent trepidation, obliquely
running through my veins
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