• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 10
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Freeze Frame

There was an error with the rotoscope.
There was an error and
In three frames the face blurs.
Where the suited tapdancer
Had a visage, now there is just chorus:
Mouth mouth mouth.

And those dapper legs,
Those dapper sinewed legs,
Continue all along their own
On the avenue of bricks and letterboxes,

Watching, you could get lost there
In the lines, mazed rats for eyes,
And at two minutes thirty three seconds four—
There, right there:
He faces you alone in the curtained cinema,
In the city, in the smoke you curl, huddling
Into the falling snow.