known characters emerge
to a changed soundtrack
scenes like many panes of glass
something has been twisted out of sequence
light stabs through the holes in the mirror
effects fade from a botched life
wet bones fall to the floor
the prickle of inexplicit echoes
grows in a triangulating room
these operated icons and their unsure smiles
the strange mercy of hasty death scenes
my cracked cells are speaking
to these trapped dancers
their gestures flail
at language that cannot keep up
the facade is a womb
where rails run in circles
credits roll over a sideways rain
and the kiss of greats is gone.
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