Electric Shadows

again I go back to the old place
the chairs are more and more comfortable
the chilled air, instantly dimmed,
and the acoustic that wraps you from eight sides
together with the gaze gazing at you 
all turn into wallpaper
only the shadows that stop are real
we call this safety
nothing about reality is important now
the audience won’t age or die
do they not need movies where you are
without cinemas how can you settle down let alone be content?
without having fumbled with any stranger in the dark
or talked of love how can we grow up to be
people with shadows
why doesn’t the borrowed comfort fade
we knew each other in the sudden dark and bright
of you and me buying back our shadows