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
