This is not a script.
This is no Hollywood
box office smash.
There are no special effects
There is no one in makeup.
No one to hide your age
No one to produce battle scars
on you.
There is no one in wardrobe
to make me look like I’ve passed
to make me seem like I have style.

This is more real than that.
This is puddles of sweat
This is puddles of tears
running down the same
metal drain.

This is the ocean
This is the sky
meeting on the horizon.

Like that same horizon
on a clear midnight with
not a moon in the sky.
The appearance of this
fades away

Only to perception.
This is always here.

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