To Mark Romanek, Alex Garland, Kazuo Ishiguro and all the casting of NEVER LET ME GO, specialy, Carey Mulligan.
“Carers and donors have achieved so much. That said we aren’t machines.”
Said Kathy H. (Carey Mulligan)
Stand up behind the fence.
(It’s your new road, briefly, your unlocked mirror. You know.)
Blow your dimension to, beyond the fence, by through the reflection of.
(Who are you there? Do your kinglike knowing. You’ll see, you know.)
Drag above your appropriate tears only.
There is a possible drop for each one.
But you already know, don’t you?
Meanings, movements, imitating the slow jiggle of the brushwood, not doing the wind, not at all, knowing by your lungs: your original work, the original fence, the mirror, those will do those dancings at The Gallery and The Gallery would be trying to form a violinist into a little horse into a violinist into an sculptor into an sculpture into a draw of a soul, so hard to get it through.
By generalizing your goodbyes, you’ll be so not safe, but,
to get a deferral, to know there is an elephant and not a rat,
you, and just you, must scream
NEVER LET ME KNOW NEVER LET ME KNOW NEVER EVER LET ME GO BY KNOWLEDGE OR SOUL.
That deferral is right here, on your beautifulbeautiful body.
It is possible (such a pretty word, POSSIBLEPOSSIBLE) that none of this will make any sense, since, not even verifiable love can save you a couple of steps, a dual of words, parallel lines to.
Also possible seeing you, at the fence, asking “Who’d make up stories as horrible as that?”*
Stand up behind the clothes line.
(It’s your briefly dress, you, appendix of your own mirror. You know.)
Blow your eyelashes on, they are those fences of.
(Who should care you now? Do you know this fake little horse? It is a toy? You’ll see, your soul will share it to your body fences.)
Sing down your generalizing tears, only.
There is a possible donor, a potencial carer, I meant, a boat, dead whales, you know, frames left-off on the sandy.
You’re a doll, you know. You are such a knower one!
But, you already know, so, could you, please, scream for me. Would you?
NEVER LET ME KNOW NEVER LET ME FLOW NEVER EVER LET ME GO BY KNOWLEDGE OR SOUL DO NEVER LET ME SO.
*Said Ruth (Keira Knightley)