The clink the clank the squeak the ting
The liquid spreading on the plate
I don't know if it's blood or not
Live beings are mostly water
I zoomed in on myself
Until I couldn't see the film
The clicking of the empty projector overwhelmed my senses
Then I twisted and all I could see
Was the edge of the screen
One dimensional
Flickering
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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