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The Paradigm of Imagination

  • Writer: That Other Guy
    That Other Guy
  • Jan 24, 2021
  • 2 min read

I close my eyes and I see a place

Instead of the dark endless void

An empty movie theatre of some sort

I can touch and feel the curtains

The same ones I wasn't allowed to touch all life long

It's a whole theatre, I can even go to the projection room

Touch the 35 or 70 mm reels,

Watch every scene through my fingertips

There are no men in the room, neither are women

I see bodies though scattered around

Neatly, in the chairs, facing the screens

And I stand on the little stage,

In front of a dead crowd

Why such a place exists I have no idea

Why a movie theatre of all places

Why can't I see the end of a bottomless chasm

Or the center singularity of a massive black hole

Why can't I see myself traveling along with light

Why does my imagination, must put me in this plight

I try to find the exit, I fail every time

I want to see the outside world, I want to feel alive

I look at the corpses, I see the faces

I recognize them yet I don't know who they are

The names are on the tip of my tongue

Yet they're hidden deep inside the cerebellum

I see an empty seat beside the bodies

I sit and look at the blank screen

And I realize the screen can be whatever I want it to be

I can look at the end of a bottomless chasm

Or the center singularity of a black hole

I can travel faster than light or even across dimensions

I can reach places that no one can ever even mention

I can see god and converse with the devil

I can look inside hell and have a slight glimpse of heaven

The screen is my movie, I am the director

I control the theatre and the projection too

The bodies are my thoughts, dead, waiting to be put on the screen

I can see everything on the screen

Even the things unfathomable by the most intelligent species

The only thing I can't imagine

Is myself smiling, being proud of me

That explains the empty seat

I open my eyes, I connect with reality

I smirk, apologize for zoning out

Time moves slowly when you imagine deep thoughts

Only 5 seconds and I knew the secrets of the universe

Yet I close my eyes again

I hope to fill that empty seat someday

 
 
 

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