The lens capture an image
As it struggles to be seen
Oozing film to screen
Showtime mayhem
And it will never die out
The flash extends to eyes
As it burns to be felt
Sleeping screen to minds
Dialect moment
And it will never fall in
The cinema pleads to desire
As it obsesses to be loved
Playing minds to purity
Smooth moonlight
And it will never level within
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Written May 15th, 2006
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As far as I see, the cinema can never compete with literature for beauty and imagery, but this is a great melding of both. Good rhythm, nice concept.

