September 29, 2012

A Moving Image

Bring it into the world. 
Make the light bounce off it. 
Make it dance. 
Push the trigger. 
Swallow all the bullets and magazines. It's pink as a baby now - 
Push it. Pull it. Or just do nothing.. 
Cut it up - stitch. 
Let it grow... 
Add soft tones and blaring ones. 
Wrap it up.. 
Store it away - put it in the attic. 
Forget it, dear. It's over. 
It's not worth anything anymore. 
Forget it! 
Except of course.. We wait for the applause -
the closure we want but never get. 
From conception to the pin holed product.
It's never complete. Never. 
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