some relevance needs to be assigned,
and some tune needs to be played for this thought to work.
cue up symphony, wake the house,
and speak the words in frailty.

an interlude to the moment of thought,
the sound is full swell, the film
starscutoutfromblackandwhite
and slipping comes inbe
tween the bow across the string.

slightly, you raise your face,
the tears are of slight interest.
the color in the frame has escaped,
and clarity has been reached.

all i can say is,
my thoughts are being drowned inthe sound.

the man on the screen killed his lover,
killed himself,
and gave birth to the dramatic fade out.

10/16/2003

Author's Note: watching too many movies.

Posted on 10/16/2003
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