Up and Running. David Baptiste Chirot (USA)/Cheryl Penn (South Africa)

UP AND RUNNING

 How 3-D is 3-D? (you cant believe everything you read)

Its production time again - everyone airtight? The darkness is rising with silent investment partners

gazing at tree tops from down below

its so light up there.

the great wars created unique soldiers

ashes from battles

forages on well eaten paths.

courage was abundant 

before the years of bloodshed and assimilation a mélange of people so foreign 

the moon did not challenge 

their uncontested rule. 

3-D

THREE DEE

THREE DEE DEEP THEY LIE

LIE LIE--OR LIE LAY???

DIE DIE-- OR DAY DAY--

THREE THREE OR 3  3--

emerging in.

3D--

a real life sized indeed 3D figure emerges from out the fog embroiled darkness, shifting and shuddering shadows on the gleaming flesh--large sturdy reflective over lapping tiles and sliding surfaces--the armored exoskeletal development of reptilian life forms transferred from Pleistocene fashions to the most up-to-date Hoodies and Tutus--a battle girded being stuck in swamps--

finding its way to Broadway--glorious and humble--the creatures of the hour--

sipping bottled water and looking oh so much more lifelike--

so sturdily far more 3D-like

than their poor seeming human companions--

who tilt back on easy chairs--slipping into 2D silhouettes--seated by the wide open windows--where the sea breezes blow steadily through the sylvan curtains--

yes oh yes

an ecstasy of 3D--!!

a truly triumphant twilight--

haunted by the movements of the 3D tanks, clamoring and clanking--

on their 3D maneuvers--

hustling you--into the bushes--at the back of the cinema--

while all around 

a quiet sweet scented spring rain falls--

into a OneD--sleep

seeping 4D dreams

It was quiet there too, like the Namib  or the Great Kalahari.

(In 4D)

Fans like kaleidoscopes and as soon as she said don’t be frightened I was.  
It was her face and the bridge, 
they were from another time, 
a forward time backwards. 
Sea mist is really telling, 
as are windmills, 
one wont move without the other. 
Or were they drones? 
I just couldn’t say during the pause.  
Life in black and white - it seems so easy among the poplar trees, and any dog could smell the way. Treacherous fragrance was clear to him. 
When children cling, they grip hard. 
Down in the dungeons a strange fire burned - the one everyone was looking for.  
She could see he knew that chloroform was her way. 

 And then he was gone…