"The spread reveals in threes."
This is called "The Reader."
Oops, "The Reader."
[LAUGHTER]
If you didn't have that, you wouldn't
know who I was talking about.
"The Reader."
"The spread reveals in threes.
Magician, star, and liar.
Hands, light, and mouth folded to contrive.
Smoke trying out the window pane.
Lights raise, trying in.
But my hand is kept still by my stance.
There's nothing to tell on the trees.
Leaves leave bare air, revealing a gossip is passing out
functions by the river.
Others circle in raggedy reds and dirty yellows.
They too want to be told their role.
'You two make orange,' she sums.
She calls out my name as I hurry by, but I am devoted.
'What do I give up, if I let the gossip in my house?'
I asked the Oracle when I arrived.
'One point of view may be avoided for many reasons,' it
says.
'Give me two.' 'You want to hide, or tell more sides.'
'But of course, there are many characters.'
'Then don't make your words a rib cage,' it says."