fall into the black behind the t.v.
touch the screen and you slip right through
a change of cast that no one else can see
understudy for the actor playing you

novel scenes with familiar themes
fall apart on this side of the screen
red raging rings of trees
burn through old memories

the streetcleaner cleans the streets
blackening the pavement between the trees
your eyes are drawn to the cold concrete
you slip back through the screen

enter the familiar t.v. self
a double perfectly cast
their date of birth withheld
a grinning doll without a past

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