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| To Frida S\xf6derdahl |\nThere is this instant where I am thrown into the air.\nI wasn\u2019t prepared for this.\nNo one is,\nit\u2019s magic.\nThere is this instant where performers are thrown\ninto the audience and back into their magic.\nI look at my friend\nwho knew voices were music\xa0\nbefore being marked beauty.\nwho knew people\nwho dance with nothing but their toes.\nAnd when asked why\nthey\nare not\nthem\nand they\nare not themselves\nthey just have to be.\nThey are happiest\nWhen lit on the spot\nWe are just alarm clocks\nGive us our assignments\nTell us when to sound\nThere is this instant where the audience is thrown\nonto the stage and back into their magic.\xa0\nThere\u2019s music in the theatre.\nI know this because I was\nThe audience until I was thrown\nInto the air and back into their magic\nI have no heart so I wasn\u2019t worried about\nThe theft but it was so loud I could\nLeave and still hear them in her sleep\nI wish I did not love.\nBut I am here so I love.\nI look at my friend directly\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support