And the Film Rolls, A Poem

Action. 

The lights dim, casting a soft glow 

 Spinning out, tangled Feelings flow.

Characters adopt emotions, personalities, fears

I look at (You) in the reflection of the mirror.

The soundtrack blends horror and romance and tragedy

Slithering around, reigning like a majesty.

Supporting characters, props attempt to move into the spotlight 

Detached, guarded, ready to fight (But, not for us.)

Professional stunts, recreate false moments

I want to believe in our real moments.

The film roll jumbles, skipping scenes, deleting scenes, adding scenes—

Voices, memories, thoughts, emotions Circle and Circle with all their means. 

Unraveling the mess of the film, it rolls

and

Never stops.