Three

The curtains part and the reels flutter

Two images weave into the projector

24 instants per-second but it flows like time

In their light curtain frame

A skinny black trailer sells charity

Before the main feature

Like being served someone’s stool before your dinner

Somehow Next is now alcohol gives you clean clothes a bright smile

A fat girl sells ice-cream

The film explodes on

And on

A small GDP of fireworks to a pop song

The first and the third are a perfect interval

Tonal distance enables the chord

The second is there in silence