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