I am a street mime. During this time I have no existence.
During the normal course of events I exist through sight,
Through physical presence, but now, not at all.
I will repeat this verse over and over in the hope –
In the hope of What? I am shrugging. Listen!
I am shrugging and I am waiting for your reaction.
I cannot exist without hope and all hope for me is
In performance, all life: in performance. The mime
(and that is an existential form referring to myself as well
As to the form) Must go on. I must go on. How to persist
in these times, when you cannot see me or be with me?
I have been eradicated. Eradicated save for presence of
Myself. The witnessing of myself, the witnessing of my mirror,
My window, my shiny kettle, my glass of water, forgotten
Yesterday but giving me life back today. Dismay. I mime
Dismay: hands up, fingers spread, head tilted, mouth downturned.
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