Faces laugh
Hands point
There is no crowd
There is no show
There is you
You
You are
But will not
Be…
Beneath?
Belong?
Because?
Be gone
Time ticks slowest for the man who waits
What patience a virtuous man
When patience bestows no virtue
Let faces laugh
Let hands point
Let crowds gather
Let there be a show
There is you
And you are
Best
At being you
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