5.11.12

Poem, 04



The Beginning of Sandy

Hands moving on the keys in a fervently manner.
Pupils of the eyes zigzags while
reflecting the white  square.

The intensity increases as the scroll reach the bottom.
Once blank, white area; now filled with the rows of black texts.
As space of the scroll and bottom decrease,
light projectors began to flicker on and off,
as if it was a feature of the performance. 
The sentry, chirping and tweeting, erodes as
vitals were eliminated.

The fanatical searching of the illuminated source
ended in futile attempt as the only irradiated source
comes from the street.

Projection, white and illuminated with black stripes,
was now dark with devoid of activity.

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