Improv/Imitation 2, Week 6

"Dear Reader"
What could I write that you have not already heard
in some form or another, though perhaps not in my
own personal words that slip "trippingly off the tongue,"
as Hamlet might inquire of an actor?

Perhaps you are an actor with your curtain rising and
never falling on the words of greater speakers than
those I could possibly give you to read or admire
in the light of the sound stage behind the director's
ever-watching, wary, leaning eye.

Perhaps you are the director, leering at that light
and willing it to drop as you would have it, though
you know that you can never be like Shakespeare,
and most certainly not like Hamlet. He was too much
your superior and mine to warrant a real consideration.
Or so the canon will eventually say.

Perhaps you are Hamlet, playing upon your own life's stage
as though maddened like a horror film supervillain trapped
by the hero behind a stage of faulty wiring and sparked
electrical outlets. Maybe, despite all your efforts to make
a show of insanity, your mind really has gone the way of the
flattened hills that used to be your hometown, your castle,
your never-ending reading adventure.