Life is a rehearsal poem for the day

The cyclops has a single mind
A judge without a jury
It makes him singularly kind
Takes two to make blind fury

I saw upon that island hill
A curious reversal
For where speak people in two minds
All life is a rehearsal

The actor plays learned lines laid low
Committed to the heart
And then upon the later stage
Becomes the later part

Director prompter future past
To each a certain share
As length and breadth times nature cast
Who owns the public square

I wonder to my Self inside
Then play by rote the role
And hear resound the feedback loop
Scream consciousness my soul

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