A window, might be open.
Through that window,

In that act,
three forces exist, three figures.
The window is still abstruse,
obscure, not clear.
Bound in the need to stay obscure.

Under the window,
only an anguished, stranded figure,
that from her and to her
there is no return.
A detached, remote figure.
This figure dictates the meaning of
the window,
the scenery,
the other figures.

She will end the act
it might be by a requiem,
it might be by a disappearance,
or it might be by the existence of the emptiness…

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