Lunch at the Asylum


You will arrive at the place
Foretold by clairvoiant whispers
Your feelings adjusted to the frequency
Of the ephemeral rays of light-time
The performance in progress
Will absorb you body and soul

You may lack all defenses
You may have an appointment with dumb luck
You may be wearing the face of a martyr
You will speak on cue and render up
The character you are assigned

Deviation may be fatal
At any rate, we believe that
Opportunity is the Easter bunny of flowers
And that cliches' only work when you
Try your damndest

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