my self dissolves
in the light of overexposed film
reels and reels of black magnetic tape
all that I am
nothing less
nothing more
no more cut scenes
of strings of memory
some brighter than others
some damaged beyond repair
unable to ever capture the full extent of my life
anyways
no longer identifiable
as the person I am
or was
just black magnetic strips
spinning in circles relentlessly
whirring on the wheel
is this who I am?
where am I?
I could be anything
everyone
everything
anyone
who has ever been
who will ever be
absolutely naked
nothing
a child in the womb
not quite ready for a new world
not knowing anything else
wiped clean
for the show
for the next scene
black majestic tape
it all must go on:
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION
