Chapter Forty Three: Sleep

Love all, trust a few, 

Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy

Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend

Under thy own's life key: be check'd for silence,

But never tax'd for speech.

William Shakespeare, All's Well That

Ends Well

To sleep or not to sleep?

To say or not to say?

A lullaby, indeed

To see life beyond the veil,

Or to keep the privacy of things?

A projected lie, moving effects

The dialogues very unforgiving

To cook or to taste?

A wafer of food, excludes

But who must say that it is?

The truth from the imagined?

To say the falsehood muttered

In the darkness of solitude

No witnesses availed

The opportunity for in the light to see

Naked, in rawest form

Nothing shall exceed, retained

A limitation of reality

An imaginary power

The truth foretold in lies

The magic trick of visuals

But the light eternally shines

Projected

Yet, amusing

From the camera roll

A systematic capture

The negatives

Of the truth in lies

And to expose deceit

It may be false throughout

But the catch is already here

A scam, a lowly review

To meet the sky

In your own point of view

Sticks and stones

Nothing outgrows

But the pain of exclusion

And the allure prolongs

To settle between the lines

To interpret the suffering soul

By the good in the bad

A review of films

The movie shares

A secretive process

Of a critical view

Moveover, Charles Dickens

The prophets willingly direct

The lighting and the angles

Unforgiving geometrical sequences

A mathematical purity dissolves

In the constants and variables

To sing in the past applause

And hope, the future is indeed foretold

As the camera captures

The picture of words

The visuals of rhetoric

The actors of truth

And then there it is

Many creatures of the film

Solitary, in the many frames

It moves and it goes

The silver screen beholds

Then the impetus reacts

To the clear impossibility

And in the lens of an eye

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