To be, or not to be, the global stage, Where continents curve beneath a measured stride, And constellations lean as if to watch What quiet force refuses now to hide. To be the axis where the moment turns, Where satellites in silent orbits trace The geometry of presence, calm and sure, A singular command of time and space. Or not to be, to linger in the wings, Unlit, unseen, where lesser echoes fade, Where voices soften into borrowed lines And power waits, but never quite is made. To be is not performance, it is weight. It is the knowing carried without sound, A stillness that compels the world to shift, A step that makes the spinning world feel bound. And there, within the vast unending dark, No spotlight needed, no applause required, The stage is not a place, but what you are When all of it has watched, and you have not retired. So be. #poetry #art #fashionista