Movies
At times I am Living in my very own Movie—
Full of Props and a Script, & talented Extras
A Story so Moving, no stagehand could ever
Figure out how to Regain any Hope of Control.
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And the Scenes are Beyond any Present Reality—
Phosphorescent Atmospheres, Impossible & Thick
The Wardrobes are straight out of another Dimension
And Faces Made Free, to Finally Relax.
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This one in particular, I Remember so vividly—
She Arrived in a Dress sewn of Crimson & Scarlet
And the Blood in her Glass was no Amateur Prop
But Willingly Drawn from her Supporting Cast.
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For Dead they Arrived, and Dead they Played—
And the Music carried on, & everyone Danced
And the Lights stayed Dim, so no one could See
The Bruises & Blisters of her Glass-Slipper'd Feet.
