Infinity Loop Theater

The stage bears no name,
yet actors tumble from the rafters,
stitched by moonlight,
threading silent reverberations.

In an empty room,
hard wooden seats cradle whispers,
gentle and soft,
cinematographic phantoms passing through.

Curtains breathe;...
the show must go on,
or perhaps it never began,
in circles, they laugh and weep,
in loops they echo, endlessly,
a serene cacophony of forgotten roles.