A box of lies, or hopeful truths. Contrived harmony.
A mime's construction and interpretation of some future.
Leave me alone, a declaration prompts a crack in the frame.
A mime's box of lies, hopeful truths in harmony.
Inside a clear hovering future, a fine-spun marble.
The box closes in on emptiness, on the composition.
The marble cracks, pressured by its lost significance.
Leave me alone, a spoken plea, a gap in the box.
Purple and blue glass threads pull apart, decompose.
The synched musical ensemble goes silent, marble gone.
The fat lady sang off key.
Operation complete.
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