Why do some crave
solitude, lone among
anonymous chatter quiet
prepare death a reception?
Cursed by thought life is
a movie seen a thousand times:
washed-out actors inexorable
march,
clichéd conflicts, banal
resolutions
written – directed — produced.
The players, immersed
search for their credits,
existence
on screen.
It’s easy to be a critic; pass
the popcorn.
Ignorance is bliss.
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