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            The Audience
            By Sibyl Taylor

            From black shiny walls
            to a glimpse of sunlight
            I squint painfully into the sun
            till my eyes adjust
            and its heaviness envelops me
            my shoes scrunch on the stones

            So this is just what it is
            an enormous voluptuous sound
            that stretches and soars
            all the way to the grey-haired gentleman
            in the back row
            He taps his cigarette against the table

            And everywhere the light envelops us
            there is a burst of applause
            before the room empties
            they smile and put on their hats and gloves
            this is just what it is--
            a glimpse of sunlight
            And I, from down below,

            squinting up into the sun

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