I turn it off
shut my eyes
the lights go out
and my eyes roll back
into my head
across my memories day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night day night
flickering on for years and years
across my screen
The scene I've seen that seemed to be
my life reeled out in front of me
But if I fade out and
adjust my lenses to the dark
I can see the projector
watch me sit alone in the dark and
watch myself walk around in the projection
of souls repeating and repeating and repeating
Then blinking, who am I playing for?
Then blinking, just for yourself.
Then blinking, what now?
And the person in the audience takes a bow
And the people on the screen form a temple with their hands
And I put mine together for them
as the light from the exit shines out of my head
through the slits of my still closed eyes.