It is too late for some.
But you-
You have arrived early
I see...barely.
Still,
you are here Now,
and glad as I may-be-
the lighting is too lime.
Notice:
when lit
Red
_On Air_
Please remain silent (until instructed)
to *LAUGH*
It will make sense
later. In sync now.
You will make others feel better
staying so small.
Paranoia, now that was non-sense.
Don't take it wrong.
Happy to have you
closer in proximity.
It helps with reruns and rehearsals.
Can you clear me now? Touch me back. I will erase
you later.
Your steam box is stocked,
spliced lines strung taut to span
and other puppet conclusions pulled
off and on; all or nothing wound up.
See, these are decent occupations.
Twisted dearly elusive creatives
try to embrace your loneliness like this-
center stage. Affront and Solo.
The audience of actors shall applaud
with gusto.
It is the Last Act.
Your timing has never been better.
Painting by Everett Shinn (1903) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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