I went back to the old place

the chairs are getting more and more comfortable

the cold air that instantly dimmed

and the acoustic wraps you from eight sides

together with the gaze staring at you

it turns into wallpaper

 

only the shadows that stop are real

this is safety

nothing about reality is important any longer

the audience won’t [go through life’s stages/grow old get sick and die]

does where you are not need cinemas any more

without cinemas how can you settle down to say nothing of being content

without having, with any stranger in the darkness,

kneaded or talked of love how can we grow up to be

people with shadows

but you no longer need a shadow/film

 

why doesn’t the temporarily borrowed comfort fade

in the sudden darkness and brightness of

your and my ransoming our shadows we used to recognise/know each other