The Moviegoers
Strange,
watching
listening,
hidden,
stories
of other lives,
forgetting
our own:
characters
just like us
taken
by surprise,
for do we
live in our
own story,
the narrative,
our tale
unfolding?
Or,
in the dreams
of someone
else,
watching
switching
remotely?
Perhaps
in blindly
blinking,
with
and through
our
closing,
our screen
filled eyes,
do we see
ourselves
stumbling
inspiring,
creating meaning
in the echoes
of others,
in those hollow
moments
of our own
humdrum
lives?
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