< the film begins >

[rayheinrich]

Very interesting read. I like the image of the man raising his hand, the explosion, the 2, the portal. It's amazing what you were able to imagine from the picture. The lines of questions got a bit much. Overall, I enjoyed it enough to read it through a few times. Cheers!

Yeah, I should probably take out a question or two.
And yes, that's one of the things I love about the image and the words:
The interplay engages both the verbal and the visual. And they often have
disagreements. But that's what I'm intent on passing on to the reader.

Responding more to content than to meter, rhythm, and other aspects of the craft...

One thing of which we may be certain is that the theme is heretical:  every religion of a certain nature insists that its prime visible character is The Last - Seal of the Prophets, God's Only Begotten, Accept No Substitutes.

On the other hand, Second Coming.  But that's not experimental.

On the third hand, we don't know the outcome of #2, which could make it all about assumptions of regularity on insufficient evidence.  The hand could be raised, Monty Pythonesque, without result other than an annoyed, missed-their-cue expression.  Bloody staghands b******* the wiring.

Very enjoyable; makes one    think.  Or something like it.

While it's designed to promote creativity/thinking on the reader's side,
you've exceeded my expectations. Definitely a few I'd never thought existed.
But that's one of the rewards. Love comments such as yours.
"assumptions of regularity on insufficient evidence"
"Monty Pythonesque" Yes!
My thought was of the writer, the writer thinking the circularity is within the film, then,
at the end, realizing it is where he/she is, in real life. Of course, the "real life" I'm talking
about is still within the poem. The next layer is you. Maybe you shouldn't raise your hand.

I enjoy this - the stark, simple statements, followed by questions that slowly peter out, as does the poem, as if overcome by inertia.

I particularly like not being sure what is happening, because it's not my responsibility to make sense of it. After all, the film maker knows what he's made. Or does he?

And who IS the film maker? She/he certainly wasn't me or I'd know
more about what was happening, know the answers to some of those questions.
Maybe the film maker is you. To me, you're composed entirely of words.
So for the you I know, anything is possible.