The light will be coming down here
It will fill the room bleed through the walls
Everything will be light a shroud will be over the camera
A white shroud and through it we will see only light
When the cloth lifts there will be a small child pale almost
a ghost
He will run from the camera
Run hiding behind others from figure to figure down the tunnel toward
the altar
The camera will come after him slow but sure of itself sure of
his eventual capture
And then when it reaches the boy
There will be light
Everything will be light again
2 comments:
I like the...range, for the lack of a better word...of this one.
thanks ariel. my only issue with this one is i wanted to have a few indentations, but blogger won't let me indent anything. curses!
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