celluloid souls witness real life in
the audience-emotions roll out-as
lovers kiss and children grin and
tender cry-all that jazz
of this melodious cinema for the
eyes-but the bona fide story is
on the other side where flesh and
bone confide in strife-transient
not timeless, genuine not ingénue,
in the seats resides life’s truth
breathing, perpetually bleeding-
with briefly beating hearts in
reach of the never-ending-we all
play our parts in the cinematic
of sentience- from the opening
scene until our fifteen minute
feature in the infinite theater
convenes-where the credits lend
closure with the classic exposure-
the end.
- Jessie Wilkie
