in one-act plays, we're told...
and in no particular order do
they arrive other than one
right after the other... we see
the day in variations and in
the recombination of events,
what we want or what we
perceived seems irrelevant;
our mind labels each one a
little differently than the one
before in order to sort and file,
but we see them clearly as if
we were really there... we see
all the acts are they are rolled
out for our benefit and wonder
which one(s) are the more suited
to our purposes... ignoring those
that do not make the grade... we
hyperventilate about those that
portray us uncharacteristically
different and after complaining
to ourselves, our attention has
already gravitated to another
scene of a more reasonable
occurrence... and, when all is
said and done for the night in
question, nothing is revealed to
us that we did not already know.
21 May 2022
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