Your name in the dark.
A replay?
On this journey
(Odyssey, perhaps?)
The heat swells.
The foundation trembles.
The outburst looms.
Then you appear.
Again are directors near
On the 29th.
Shall I sing les mots?
My back is on lanterns...
I face the wings.
As the fear sinks in,
May grace envelope. I wish to see
Your smile from Olympus.
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