Love Killed by a Crank ~

Analogy of the 'crank' refers to the original films shown by mutoscope.

Love is in the past,
Where it happens, is in the past.
Over and done,
It's become . . .
A constant rerun.
A cyclical turn of your thoughts,
That plays back your emotions.

Emotions reach out,
In a cresting-
Wavelength of feeling,
To immerse the events . . .
Then recede.

Most of them have been cut from the scene-
It's playback,
Makes everything seem,
Thus reassuring.

These feelings have never existed-
Were lost,
To the steady turn of the crank . . .
During playback.

It was only a picture . . .
Once upon a time's cast-
Scenes and footage,
Of events and people,
In which footage was chopped . . .
A love where emotions were cut,
It's sounds were muted,
In the steady thrumming,
Of the crank.

A clip from the past . . .

Disconnection . . .

Where love happens,
Is through pictures,
Because it has been edited,
And revised . . .
To fit the modern viewer's eyes-
And that viewer's needs.

Love is a turn of past happenings-
That take place in a film,
A constant flow-
Which rolls and rolls,
Muted and silent it becomes,
A lovely picture-
That is nothing but pleasing to watch.

For . . .
Love is killed in my version.