One grain falls
in slow motion
One teardrop explodes
with the force of Armageddon
We wait
With breath imprisoned
Our lives flashing before our eyes
We wait
As spectators do
Watching familiar specters
Etched into celluloid
Performing super human feats
In front of a camera lens
With nary care or conviction
Before the shot goes to post
Before the render farms grab hold
Before the animators & colorists
The Foley guys...
Who will type up the credits
For your masterpiece?
From the very beginning
The first jot of a note
Which birthed this spectacle
Was written before your birth
... not that you don't possess freewill...,
Epic battles have waged
& left landscapes lying ragged
On the floor
Like a crumpled chrysalis
For the fact that men
will wage war
Over ideas & power
Or another attempting to force
Either of these upon the other
They are lovers of themselves
& ringing the bells of hell
Do not go gently
Into that long, dark night
Why should they?
With the finger on the trigger
& the shutter speed adjusted
For lights & action!
& a million hungry minds
Who watch a million miles of film
One frame at a time
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