Night Sequence The Church

Another warm chlorinated night
The pool throws blue light
The harbor sprawling in the garden
The spirit of the earth
Coming up through the ground

Tonight there is no weather
As if out here
You're on a set
Of painted on yachts
Fake glittering stars

The pool turns out to be blue cellophane
The grass is actually paper
The camera moves in
We detach from our unit
Actors uncertain
He motions to someone out of view
Shares a joke
And accepts a drink
From some accomplice
Sipping quiet he's waiting for his monologue
Mynah birds still whirr and click
But all else is still and listening
A makeup girl does his hair and disappears
The actor is actually playing you
We dissolve in close
He finishes his drink
He begins, ahh
'A long time ago...'
He leaves off
Someone hands him a phone
Something terrible has occurred