The Act

The Act

Image Credit: Majkl Velner on Unsplash

There is

                                   [                                   ]

                                                                                                  Inside this act.

 

Though it sees,

from a distance

flawless

functioning

feature–

Actually,

a

creature

facade–

 

The Chordata

must strut

the script

in broad daylight

where inside

the act–

pathetic

pitiful

petrified

excuse for a

pansy vertebrate.

 

The roundabout routine

comes with savory–

ravenous

ravishing

What say.

Where be.

Who talk.

When sleep.

 

An acidic aristocrat

insomniac incarcerated

whistles castle moon

rise howls

at sun close

 

The Chordata

must reboot–

never to lose

Iron Curtain

eyelids–

because the

script shadows

the (                 ).

 

The script

must be strutted

facsimile.

 

 

Inside this act

                        [                       ]

                                                            there is.