Slow and buzzing,
like a hive of bees.
Dull and low,
pounds and grows.
The sights and sounds
so real?
Grab a stick,
take a swing.
Poke the swarm
into a frenzy.
But still the honey
is not tasted.
The liquid sticks
and chokes.
Still the sting
cannot be felt.
There is no inflammation.
Lights come on -
image fading from the screen.
The seats are emptied.
"Touching!
Heart breaking!"
Make a mantra,
move the mouth.
Motions followed -
make it feel.
But panic plays,
pleased from pretending.
Yes, it is broken.
The next reel
will make real.
Exit,
unaffected.
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