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One night the very sky opened up above;
And there was the projector for my whole life~
Spinning and whirring away thru the reels,
Mad black and white inkblots did the tango
Frames displaying in a choppy too-fast stream.
And the dead moved through those movies too,
Trapped forever in two dimensions
I hope the film doesn't break before it's time-
And there was the projector for my whole life~
Spinning and whirring away thru the reels,
Mad black and white inkblots did the tango
Frames displaying in a choppy too-fast stream.
And the dead moved through those movies too,
Trapped forever in two dimensions
I hope the film doesn't break before it's time-
Published 24th Feb 2010
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26th Mar 2011 5:06am
I find this poem, while short, quite enthralling. It's beautiful and captivating, bravo. ^.^
