The drama is stylised:
when standing next to a white feather he is the king
when standing next to another feather he is someone else.
The actor is old,
the actress made of wood these days,
The street is represented by a pulsing bulb.
Some sand cast on the floor
is the snow that has fallen and will not fall again
(the drum one thought held static)
is the snow that shall fall and will not fall again.
There is a plot close to midnight
that is amber in a glass all the next day.
An intensely soft white curtain
follows on each close, of acts, of eyes,
and the close of day is a crowing neon bird's
reflection, in a pool of water, against black.