I seem to be
made of solid
and autonomous
matter moving
on my own
but that which seems
is only a choppy technicolor
three dimensional
image playing out
a part not always
even self-written
directed or cast
and will end
when the projector's
lights go out
above the dark
and hazy cabaret
the projectionist
smiles knowing that
when all the reels
have run he can go
home.
