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Theatre History: September 2006

Poem

Abyss Tiptoeing on the hanging cliff, a struggling retreat toward breathing sideA carpet-like ocean beneath, conjuring blue, silent and translucentSo difficult viewing the abyss down underEscapism being an empowering ghost inside me, the free fall will be toward the sea,But an embarrassing hesitation, preferring height to abyss; breath to death…