Act One scene one, the curtain drawn,
before the players cross the stage~
A silent script and program gone,
this mute perception to engage~
Fallible form and fancied function,
athwart the stage they come and go~
Delightful dance of grand conjunction,
perfect parts within the show~
Audience to this human plight
and resting in the arms of trust~
See the play with inner sight,
all temporal forms return to dust~
Satprem~
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