Movie

Do my thoughts colour me?
Or is this substance but shadows filtered,
An outline fleshed and framed by flickering gate?
A gradient of densities played out upon a stage of light, where
Sauced by my script,
Sexed by my lines,
I'm just the film behind your eyes?

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