Slow Frown

Slow Frown The curtain is down the show has found its final vibrant glow Lights out minds provoked and the audience is still waiting for Godot He arrives which is a surprise and yet he hangs from the ceiling in A show-down of souls while a vacant spectator shouts his Eureka to Arche-Midas The last act touched him deeply and types of paradigm refute what is Not meant to unravel as everything turned into gold’s wicked curse of Obscurity Absurd a theatre of obtuse legends finds its angles and perspective As observers compare their bits in the lavatory after the performance’s Show down Slowly seeds germinate take their path to freedom in lonely pursuit ‘Am I the only one who got the point of reverence' in meaningful Pointlessness While revellers ponder about the poignancy of washing their hands Cleaning their thoughts with sugar soap from Becket’s arsenal in Vanity A jester smiles frowns slowly at existential essence when he throws A pack of cards down onto empty rows randomly aligned on baseless Foundations Sometimes we all miss the grimaced façade sheltering the clown’s Valid conclusions but the spectacle continues not down but out of Nowhere