The suspense is how they get you,
works of art created for the last page,
for the reveal,
like a grand magician setting up all the while for his greatest trick,
the great illusion of man,
the lame and the broken clamber in the grandstands
trying to catch a glimmer of something that could save them,
but there's no magic here,
calculation and angled mirrors create the world we see before us,
never showing all it has,
never giving us that one thing we want.
A hunger grows and grows
and when the actors and characters take their bow,
the hunger still remains,
a taste so sweet of the satisfaction,
the sensuality of the exchange,
leaves us in disbelief.