There, anxiety . . . twenty-four frames per second
hovers in shadows between each frame in a film
each frame holds shadows above and below, ready
Magic comes with light, photons in an arcsecond
as phenomena appear through a projection
still shadows await even within microfilm
tragedy, this heat, my brain boils, dreams unsteady
each moment, The Scream, Krakatoa and red skies
red bloody murder, all black without protection
photons from the sun burn my flesh and boil my brain
images on screen seem smaller within the booth
each frame whizzes past, seen and yet unseen, insane
caged like a wild beast, a cheetah spots what's the truth
each frame, back and forth, I pace in this world of lies
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