Lights, Camera, Action 2

Roman looked at Deborah and it was like he was looking upon night, her eyes, starry entities, sacred drops in the orb of the eyes, lenses, which like a camera obscura, turned all images to sight, he loved her dearly and felt a bit shy. he held her hand and his heart spoke, meteors with the velocity of angels broke through his mind through soma and blended, falling stars downing into intoxications, blow blow.

he looked at Susan, the director. She was a splendid director, knowing the part and he was afraid of giving her his soul and body.

ACTION:

leave me alone.

i'm your wife, your other.

Roman's eyes blazed with a blue coldness that turned everyone around him to a deathly presence.

Deborah felt so violated or turned into nothingness for a moment or two.

these are the faces of humans....

i wonder if there is anything real in them at all

all pretense

i just want to tear them apart

and show their nothingness.

people use words

they do not understand

do things

not knowing the consequences

reckless lives

strewn in corners.

what is this country that I rule

we are the abandoned poor

the next manufacteuring plant for the West

women become factories of adoption

sex slaves turned to corporate entertainers

in our humbleness, we refuse to say no,

the Western travellers become like Gods

not seeing us, not seeing me.