Playwright

He was what he repressed,
ignored, denied, resisted.

The pale, knotted crust
of a limp and aged hand
reality's veneer was shattered
by phantasmagoric sleep.

The apocalypse of him as him,
a will be reined by freedom's reign
and he would be as he sleeps,
know what he was when he loved.

He was overzealous,
codeine and Capulet,
professed himself of primal root
and total alienation,