How lonely must you be to become friendly with a pen and paper? Your recollections recant a scantly sowed memory. It takes time to freeze a thought, much less to read it’s phantom – how do you, reader, wonder or echo fathoming this crackling foam like superpositions of quantum domes entangled, interfered and spinning? This is the end, here’s a new beginning.
Where gun shots blaze – an explosion of feathers Daffodil petals Knife wounds fester – aurora borealis rainbow colors When explosions ring – harps pluck purity elasticity Calamitous comets ingenuity
Held within modern cinema is the same fantastic idea; except the fantasy is now computerized and super human powers are CGI’ed. “We want to be the hero,” said everyone, worldwide; although there are