The Suicide from Vincent Thomas Bridge, California

LA Bridge. And I think I’ll stop my car here.

It is a time to hand over the car keys,

Remember one’s beloved

While the going’s good.

Location is not important anymore.

The Second Coming is.

A small walk in the darkness to the open,

Where the traffic upon the bridge has a noise

Of birds being born elsewhere.

But, this is going to be an all-time hit.

The scene?

Only back lights.

This time, keep them farther away.

Character, step closer to the lens.

You’ll be seen there,

The way you are.

Remember, we are shooting night.

Below, the water is thick lens.

You’ll go into it like light,

A prayer of stillness

Will scatter the Gods of thought.

Without betrayal,

Just the perfect view

As though of blood-lit wine.

Go on.

Now, that imperfect shot.

Action.

Camera, roll.

As light into water.