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One night the very sky opened up above;
And there was the projector for my whole life~
Spinning and whirring away thru the reels,
Mad black and white inkblots did the tango
Frames displaying in a choppy too-fast stream.
And the dead moved through those movies too,
Trapped forever in two dimensions
I hope the film doesn't break before it's time-

Raj Arumugam
I love the rhythm and flow here, heterodynemind.... (heterodynemind (!) - what a name! - heterodynamite? (smiles...))

Pendemic
This one has an eerie feel to it. I like a taste of Dark poetry every once in a while. Good write.