Space Time Politics Poem by Sleep D

Space Time Politics



The theatre spent a good deal of time wrapped in a dream
before deciding to unfurl early and move like a clear, freshwater stream.

The thespian used effectively, their body in that space,
before a critical flop at the theatre sent them to tumbling disgrace.

A part of me in the audience and a part of me on stage;
a self ventilating ventriliquest is discernable no matter their age.

Shes moving on but she's everywhere at the same time,
a little bit lemon and a little bit lime.

The dream beckoned a theatre, no specific time, no specific space,
The drama beckoned a stream; of enraptured space time politics written all over her face.

The thespian collaborated constructively on movements in a story
before a creak in the ceiling, conduced a dropp of water from the ventriliquest's ventilation
system located above the thespian's dream in the theatre, another space time political incantation
had unfolded, seemingly unattributable to a specific space, time or place.

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