Near-sighted

Here I am, wondering

if it was yesterday that I spent waiting and

watching endless images flutter a few

feet before me — frames in that reel

played with leaden steps. I doubt I knew how

they dragged along those scenes unfaithfully but I

remember, there, my seat had a kind of

comfort that addicted me to

a numbness, where I sat wholly uncontent

Here I am, watching

again, in real-time,

in punishing clarity, a scene

adjusted to my position, and it

leaves me waiting, longing to see

it change so that I might run. Instead,

I flounder in every frame

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