The Dance of Jealousy
Behind these doors and below
The grand stage lights,
The music spills over the seats
Like moss green and grey;
A sense of scalpel and pin
Crouches down and crawls;
Silence within.
Tapping of the foots -
Envy of oozing as if tree-roots.
Raindrops except the rain;
Audience except individuals.
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