Bruno Duplant

Rien de ça (none of that) explains the fact that this piece is a little of this, lots of that, but none of that in fact.

Reality, fiction, parody, lies, a little bit of all of that, but none of that in the end.

The manner matters not; it is the end alone that holds true significance.

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None of that

truly explains

why this piece

is a little of this,

a great deal of that,

yet, in truth,

none of that at all.

Reality? Fiction?

Parody, deceit -

a hint of everything,

a breath of nothing,

shards of truth

shattered in the shadow of the stage.

But in the end,

it is neither the path

nor the detours that matter.

The means are irrelevant:

only the echo of the outcome

still resounds.