~ LIKE AN ACTOR (We Lie) ~

A sweet ocean
Is the proscenium stage
To lose one's self
In its magical wilderness
Like a single thorn
Upon the stem of the rose
Drawing blood
From one's captive audience
Like the actor in each of us
Speaking
Perfect lies
To evoke a singular response
To get what you want
From the love 
Displayed
Whether it be truth
Or it be not
We still swim
Upon that proscenium stage
An act
That not many
Ever dare
To attempt
For fear
Of being caught
With a forked tongue
Or the misbegot....

Tony Taylor
Just thinking ~ Jan 2024