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The actor
acting is not the true self's dissipation
but not its preening either - outside the role
it honours it best fights shy of reputation -
            being what prometheus stole
it is a distant spark of that first live coal
a conscious glimpse of human desperation
rekindled as a longing to console
the waning spirit or the shattered dedication
actors are allies of the delphic hole
for good or ill they echo human expectation
            being what prometheus stole