this world unfolds
like a bad script
the dialog
the plot twists
become the cliches
of these lines
yet they are here
in front of me
despite themselves
as if my friends are reading
off of this page now as I write
the words spill from their mouths
like grapes from Dionysius
do I write what they say
a stenographer documenting the day
or is my script their script
creation :: imitation :: mockery :: me
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