She’s in every film they ever made
If you know where to pause
I’ve seen her shape a thousand times but I know
I’ve missed a hundred thousand more
A luminous moment, a beautiful fragment
Among the extras in the crowds
Almost impossible to catch, before she slips
Between the frames
Disappears into the background
I don’t know how I know her
She always wears a different face
But when I see her it’s a moment of clarity
Salt water and insanity
Cresting and crashing through
like the breaking of a wave
Frames drop and beads of water burst
Aquamarine against the sun
And she’s there, stretched like melting toffee
Reclining, like a lizard, in the afternoon
Fuzzy contrasts in gold and reds and blues
A 16 millimetre study in oversaturated hues
Another day she comes in Nosferatu shapes
Flickering through falling rain
In the silvers and shivers of a European street
A moment in monochrome, between shadow and grey
100 years out of time
Of maybe just wilfully arty and New Wave
And I live for the moments when I catch one of her glances
When she looks, from the corner of her eye
Looking straight through the screen,
Across the Z-axis
A heart attack line drawn from her eye to mine
She can’t be caught
Stare too long and the image slips
And she dissolves
The celluloid bubbles and the image burns
She only makes sense from a distance
Only takes shape when she’s in motion
And let’s you gaze, for one eighth of one second
Into the beauty
Of her world
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