peace
is here, but not to stay
i'm afraid
to say.
it's a temporary fix
on
curtains rising,
and curtains falling,
of actors
appearing
and leaving on this
old wooden
stage.
more tragedy
and comedy are yet to come.
am i part of it, or just an
observer
in the front row,
the ticket bent in my
sweaty hand.
never standing up to applaud,
never rising
to echo
bravo.
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