She lost the plot, missed the tree,
Roots spread out to remember who I could be,
The girl gets the hunk,
Pays the charge and wins the junk.
The moon child cares no more,
Stuck in the film, getting through it,
Learning to love it, yearning to feel it,
Beyond the silver screen the world unwinds,
Flashes spark around my triangulated mind.
I played the game, made you tame,
I feel indifferent, a stock single cinematic frame.
Sean Ransom, 24th of February 2020.