sadA movie comprised of afterimages
Lost in the ghostly silhouettes
Of arms and faces
Metal nets lost in the darkness
Trapped in a theatre I am
Stuck on coiling black air
Shadows into the pleasure falling
Among the aisles . . . the ghosts parade
Insensible to the dark and to me
Unobserved by each other
And the air is dank with the mildew
Of the plain reality--shapes made
By the arbitrary placement of ghosts
Fuel irresponsible dreams
But I will never leave this seat
