Spectator

It has been my calling to view

much agitation and theatre

and record in silence, unpublished

Wondrous and comic, vile and vicious, many a tale riveting

 

Heaven mine is a continuous thread of spectacles

each moment trying, magmatic

later yawned, now fawned

A fossil of passion, ruin of marvel

 

I would sit in deserted galleries

cogitating lone upon moments glorious

when they all wailed, cried and cheered

lamenting that all moments are not such

 

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