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Often I move among

The flat flickering faces

I notice them but am not a part of them

They mesmerize me

Illuminate my emptiness

The sunshine and shadow

The haze and the halo

Subtle but still exciting

Like I'm living in some lost Murnau



But sometimes

I'm falling

Stumbling like scattered Keystone Kops

Bumbling with props and car chases

Being run in many many misunderstood speeds

Staring at it all with a stone face

And a broken heart

And wondering

"Where is Mary Pickford when you need her?"



Mostly

Life seems stuck on the clock

I allow it all to fall

Tick tock tick tock

It's what happens

On the other side of the screen, Sherlock

And once the awkward talking starts

Things will never be the same.



(Alone in a cafe

Garbo and I sip stale coffee

Silently watching

The wet leaves faded and falling

To the pavement

Always on the far end of the window pane)