to say to oneself, i've seen that movie--

know it by heart secretly.

as if everything has been taken away from it, you turn away.

that which has somehow sworn art by the

book of your life, cast out the frame of a window.

that silver conclave of a screen breathing motion.

subjugated by the recapitulation of memory,

always the richer for impressions.

thanked with the shellshocked brutishness

of a beast, scouring for a spot to eat and

be eaten away alone.

overlays of attention--revisitations if you will,

or will not.

with nothing left to confess but wanting nothing

from possessable experience.