The Act
A sacrificial smile
A few seconds worth
Of monitored misconception
I can be convincingly contrived
To the point of melodrama
Candy red and sugar dripping
My baseline convalescing
Beneath ornamentation
Awaiting the moment you leave
This two-faced act steps out on a tight rope
Several times a day it will balance and defy gravity
For your benefit alone
Without applause
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