Oh, it's easy,
the art of disappearing.
I've perfected it once or twice.
Reappearing,
that's the challenge.
Maybe not the act.
But the act of willing the act.
Force and expectation.
Take a deep breath and hold it.
Deep inside your lungs.
You push yourself back on that stage
before the curtain goes up -
the audience staring back at you.
Open like a book.
Flaws and imperfections
judged by the masses.
Keep your head high.
don't retract like a turtle.
It gets easier with time.
Just like riding a bike.
cross my fingers - promise.
Hold your breath a little longer
and the curtain ascends like
"Taa-Daa"
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