Seats and rows shuffled full,
plum velvet framing
gold-wooden stage,
toplit and
railed in
echoed ruddy glow.
"My seat, i think, i floated
suspended in their murmured forest
all those..."
(steakbones?, bloodhomes?)
"...puppets, pay attention."
One hundred wooded necks turned,
in retrospect, stageward,
exactly as he dreamt it.
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