in the mirror
where i should be
is it an amusement
that you see
in the days
that i seek to fill
your mindless devouring
my senses don't hold still
in the story
that i seek to weave
the themes run empty
and the characters leave
in the mirror
where I should be
there's just an amusement
that you're eyes wish to see
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with bated breath they sat
"The Storyteller's here"
called out one of the chaps
they gasped and sighed
with every twist and turn
the adrenaline went high
the magic of a good story
they thought they got it right
and so the character changed
to weave their story of delight
bemused and bewildered
The Storyteller sat
"that's not my story but you're"
echoed the voice across
"never mind"
said The Storyteller
and thus began the play
in the theater of mirror
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