Manipulation.
Strangulation of pictures and possessions,
Of past, obsessions.
A splinter of time,
From bygones ago,
Inspire us
To dive-in and tread with woah.
Attention to detail,
With every shadow
Nailed to the glow
Out of frame, hung very low.
Stale contrast, eliminated
whilst time is passed
Syncopated.
Intoxicated by excitement,
Rocked by the racket of
Entanglement.
I wonder if we all were there,
Past lifetimes
Trapped, trying to get out
So we've come back
To make due
What we could not then peruse.
It's our duty, our obligation
Manipulating light
Frame by frame, note by note
Making it right.
Style, in story
Carefully executed
Hearing pictures, seeing glory
page to film, reality uprooted.
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