Illusion of A Small Man


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The reel is inserted

Lights are blinding

The Sound is speed

Cameras begin to roll


Sweat forms the atmosphere

Previous thoughts are no more

Breathing is ceased

No sound is heard but rhythmic beats


They take their places

Faces pale but glowing

 Is the heat on

The man in the hat grabs his seat


Action he screams

The scene floods to a dream

He wakes in a panic

Then heads for his seat.







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