Opening Night

Poet started, production began
Fairies flitter about
As only fairies can
Where's Mojo now?
Tension built to the point of frustration
In a time when release is welcome
Yet the passion lives on.
The theatre masks the outside
But reflects parts of what's beneath
Illumination is no more a thought
Reverberating shush follows a tiny cry
The moment is now
Hours are past
Days are forgotten
Time is of little importance now
Endless energy bursts forth
The eternal smile continues
Music to the ears of the accepting
The only thing closed is the elevator
Steps are ascended to the highest plateau
Saltwater falls from the cloudy eye
The thunder is deafening

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