Show

Ah it is useless, I am nowhere

as I ever was, a bout of thin air,

not even fresh

You huff and you puff

and I look on entranced

and I am not there, not even a thought,

not even a blink or an eyelash bating

A grand finale,

for the benefit of the one already disappeared

and morphed into the audience

witness of the virtuoso

with the broken fingers

There is no bow, 

after all, who is there to bow to?

Just a dissipated shadow

and a mournful clap.

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