A woman filling herself in pale grey from below Poem by Tonnus Oosterhoff

A woman filling herself in pale grey from below
climbs, filmed as she climbs. Trick photography; it's you.
You are there too, surprised
and moved. 'To think that film still exists.' 'Yes.'

Huh? Four-thirty a.m. So I'm still dreaming of it
although you've long ceased to exist in this form
My capacity to think slips behind a dark disc

lacks will, half-white, taste no, wrongly stimulated senses
stuck halfway in the process of death-in-life
(now) overinterested in views that concern those others

fire in the mill in mourning