Suspension of Disbelief

We’ve walked the boards and

worked the back side of the night,

all, perhaps,

in vain

but in vanity also,

these works we throw

our

time and

sweat upon and

cannot

bear to see fail,

these long and

drudging hours

paid for the

right to stand

before

the dazzling light,

these words

we’ve cut like

scars into our hearts

to keep them,

this counterfeit,

so short lived

but still,

somehow,

real.