Celluloid

It whines as it whirs
and keeps me awake

I glow in the dark
at the pictures it takes

me to again and again;
my soulmate, my friend.

Pulsate like a dreamscape
that happened before

Sit tight and unwind
but keep feet on the floor.

The violin is a wonder,
and so is the cello

Be lost in the clattering aroma,
my wonderful fellow.

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