CAST Poem by Jacob Groot

I successively film the names and the films
then give an image of me. But an image
is only an image if I detach it from myself. Also,
you don't just take a picture by yourself. And you
can get used to a life without being

introduced to anyone. Then why not go at once
to the place where I am happy?
Because I don't want to be happy yet in the place I
don't know? Apart from

the person I am who's stopping me it's the person
I can't be yet but wish to
signify. Who will be me if I
don't keep being him?
Another? And that other, I also ask, unequalled,
since we

said in the past that I stepped out of myself when I
left us, did I leave you before I could realise and will I now
never come to you again, even though it's
me?