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| scene from Phantom of the Opera, 1925 |
Do you close your eyes and wait for
the show, giddy with
anticipation?
Do you dive into your bed
grab handfuls of covers like popcorn
into your greedy hands?
Sink down into lush
mind mush
watching it all on the black screen
of night?
Do you dream in black and white?
Do you fight the fall into silent film
non-existence
your movements exaggerated but going
nowhere
screaming
with no sound?
Do you know the face
of your phantom?
Would you love him to free him
from the catacombs of
your nightmares?
submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Shhh...Silent Films
