On the face… the contorted frozen

features belie a staccato to but

one set in stone emotion…

the mask spoke only of what

it held, to represent the force

of the feeling we were shown,

and neither the true emotions

of the one behind it could be 

seen or experienced, to gauge

the condition of the actor on

the stage, nor more than the

part would allow… the proper

portrayal of methodic and

rehearsed movements, to show

the showing as shown and 

seen in scene after scene…

for the watchers in a seamless

legato, the harlequin prince

on the stage of life… over the

ball of bewilderment… this

the true balancing act we all

share in the stages of our

lives- to be done with marcato.

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