Saturday, July 7, 2012

F48.1

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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