The Theatre.
They had the heads..
But have no hearts..
Someone one doesn't like them that they made at once..
It's an optional headache..
We've that'em made again, ones again..
They made the "mad maidens & men."
That opera today..
They're playing the scene..
The music's there are playing again..
The ocean of the lights there are at this concert..!
The streams of the songs there are hearing again..as well.!
The surrealistic life is playing by the actors tonight..!
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Yurii Tkachenko
Yurii Tkachenko publish his poems at The Academy of the heart and mind site.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Mix of personal observation (heads/hearts) and abstract theatrical reflection
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple ideas densely packed: identity, performance, sensory overwhelm
DarkSentimentBright
Ambivalent tone; skepticism mixed with fascination toward performance
StillEnergyExplosive
Restless repetition and exclamation marks create moderate kinetic intensity
MicroLengthEpic
13 lines falls within 16-30 range; shorter side of mid-length
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Ocean of lights, streams of songs are clear metaphors; otherwise plain
LyricVoiceDramatic
Primarily lyric internal reflection with minor narrative observation
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