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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

The Play

A stage
dark seats before me.
In the audience is fate,
listening to my story.
It laughs and scowls,
claps from time to time.
Time is work.
Time is love.
Freedom is granted to angels.
My story
is learning how to die.
Fate watches as I perish,
the story always the same
pain and love,
crime and punishment.

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