It’s an unraveling play

When the Actors were merely Characters

Who metamorphosized into their roles

As time cracked its knuckles and sputtered along

Becoming grandiose versions of their former selves

Ever worried about the opinions of their audience

Yet transforming entirely into the imaginary selves

They invented in their own minds as children.

Adulthood appears to be nothing more than the

“Working Out the Details” of their childhood dreams.

And that’s only speaking for the lucky and the wise.

Those young Characters who transformed into Actors

who chase the golden dollar for the best picture

-esque view from their office window

And defy human value with their batting eyelashes

and polished mustaches and their sharp suit…

And their sharp teeth and their sharp claws.

The frightening idea would be that the actor

Could pull off seeming a character

And the Character, Actor.

Until we’re left to spend all the rest of our days

“Working Out the Details” of our adulthood stage.

The stage where dreams are born through

Systems, air waves, and satellites. 

We have magical potential when we remember

We’re dreaming.