So - the scene is set.
Let the actors commence.
Collected for the last time
Ere the premier.
Your lines learnt, committed to memory
Have now been cast
Into the melting pot of chance.
The world is your stage
The plot remains untold.
Compose your minds carefully
Ere you commence your last soliloquy.

This room is both the temple
And the seat of gods.
You, the immortals, are still
Convicted victims of fate.
All roads lead from here,
But none return.
As the curtain lifts before
Your very eyes confirm your resolve.
Choose your role, and play it well.

Afon, 24 June 67

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