Context Playwright

Directly: a great play
adds verbs to the confidence
man, not yet youth, over-filled
with humus, perhaps ready
to grow into someone 
else's shoes.

Are we definitions
or are we dancing?
I am.
For emphasis.
And tell me, 
could an eponymous
hit job take the air 
out of a room that has
yet to be built?

The self is most conscious
on too few hours sleep.
A certain turpitude sets in
when wakefulness
becomes malevolence
and cries out:
an angry god
is the only deity
who could be true.

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