Omniscient Lens

From child to adult

frame one

from high above green grass

gazing down at Rusty ever faithful

floppy eared hound,

shiny,

sad eyed

prophetic

sick child's distorted lens

window of the oxygen tent

distorts mother's pleading face

tired

worn

grasping for hope

adolescent close up

father's hand grasping mine

tears drop

lifting familiar motor oil smudges

familiar motor oil smells

his ever present identity

his cursed life

bidding me good luck

as rear view mirror fades

25 mm normal view

New York

here and now

touching it

success

my kind

not the professor's kind

not like the onion skin said

Hollywood

but wait

too much now

too much perfect

something wrong

have to look ahead

way up there

no

yes

that's me

crank the focus up

yeah

that's... No

that's not me...is it?

500 mm looking beyond

watch out with your 25

normal maybe isn't true

be conscious of the 500

pull it back

look through it once in a while

no

often

you'll maybe find

like me

a peek

a hint

a realization

yeah

it's soul

took me a long time

it's love

took me a long time

Mmm

maybe first frame

is last frame

maybe all frames

from one omniscient lens

knowing no boundaries

only I know time

only I know boundaries

the focal length beyond

who knows?

child to adult

end in sight?

unlikely