“It’s
funny how the colors of the real world only seem really real when you viddy
them on the screen.”
- A Clockwork Orange
The daylight saturates
my sight
and I blink the
blackness from my eyes,
before which the
world transfigures:
the colors quicken,
high definition,
as if the screen
has wrapped around the sky
while shadows
stretch away from the sun,
and the CGI
seeps into towered clouds
too tinted with
sci-fi tones to be real,
impossibly piled
and ready to topple.
Driving home on
a riverside road,
I see cars glide
by, movements now smooth
as liquid
crystal in seamless cinematography.
I score my drive
to swelling melodies,
turning through
curves to the rhythm
of strings that
sweep like summer winds.
So earth, man,
machine collaborate,
colors bleed from
creation to Creation,
and sounds mix
in enfleshed imagination.
And so the city
projects its dreams
onto nature’s green
and golden screen,
light dancing
with light in the moviegoing rite.
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