Low Motion
I don't see colours when I'm at my
lowest, only black and white grain,
and my thoughts run in slowest motion
on old film, or too fast as they unspool.
I don't see people when I'm at my
lowest, only actors with burnt out
faces. From my chair, I direct them to
care about me; if they dare, they are
smothered by my film grain until
the cameras run too long.
I don't see a future when I'm at my
lowest, only an empty set. The waste
from the last shoot is strewn all over,
waiting for the next box office hit.
I can't see myself when I'm at my
lowest, just faded projections of a life
that somebody else starred in, directed,
produced. By the ending credits, I guess
I thought the reel would spin forever.
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