Auditors audition me.
Where do their hearts lie?
Actors bleed onstage
Before ever treading boards.
Who sees their joy? Love?
Many amusements
Rippling across the camera
Mute laughs in the dark.
An introduction
A hope filled room. Nameless face.
What will you perform?
Are you willing to--
Could you be persuaded to--
Guts strewn on the floor.
Willing to cut hair.
No tattoos or piercings too.
Blank canvas for you.
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