For all, but you.

For all, I am an act;
Tiresome improv, a battle of cast
Lost eyes in bowls of talk
Stalled tongue in explosions of thought

For all, I am not there;
Crouched behind curtains
Clenched ears of panic
Clawing for escape

For all, I am them;
A mime, a mirror
A mountain river escaping to sea.
For all, but you.