kaleidoscope

“so everything’s a performance?” I asked her.
“of course,” she said.
i nodded,
we were honest.

for a while
the cacophony
of confusion, frustration, and anger
subdued
and the temporality of the moment
subsumed care, joy, and compassion.

what a glory
the never-ending performance
called life
and therefore we performed
in complete honesty.

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