I was one for Drama,
but the frame was the thing.
I wanted only to be
the swelling strings,
the muted xylophone,
the kettle drum tympanic.
I would whip the most mundane
into the unforgettable.
Make you think your sadness
into music.
All in allegory
of our mad desires.

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