Sits between twin bluffs  burrowing into neon souls
long to be seen in a  future frame of corpses and flipping
through the lenses of the kaleidoscope 1916 or there abouts.

Mr Edison took full advantage of the moment transitioning for all time  the boundaries.Maybe Muybrige in1888.
The here and now. The real and surreal. the equation is now unbalanced.
Is seeing now believing? or is believing a reason to see.

The proof is in the putting.
Dead men long digested in soil and  ground  can still emit sound and point  a blame-full  finger
Linger if you dare in the baleful stare of the science.
quiet, silence, desist. No
even virtue  can not  still the burning light.

cellulose spirits on walkabout lookout from the past again and again
flickering things they be.  conjure you as well as you conjure them.

The end is sight at the bottom of the hill
steel rails to nowhere still squeal to silence,
The riders swing free and lite on Italian loafers and
skulk away. padded shoulders conceal weak wills and
weaker hearts still.

Silver screen visual refraction
once there for all to admire must now bow deeply.
Curtsy?
Vanish and still remain at the pointed end of   it.