MARK
How did we get here?
How the hell. . .
Pan left - close on the steeple of the church
How did I get here?
How the hell. . .
Christmas
Christmas Eve - last year
How could a night so frozen
Be so scolding hot?
How can a morning this mild
Be so raw?
Why are entire years strewn
On the cutting room floor of memory
When single frames from one magic night
Forever flicker in close-up
On the 3D Imax of my mind
That's poetic
That's pathetic
Why did Mimi knock on Roger's door
And Collins choose that phone booth
Back where Angel set up his drums
Why did Maureen's equipment break down
Why am I the witness
And when I capture it on film
Will it mean that it's the end
And I'm alone
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