Stanley Kubrick visited me last night
told me to look at life broadly
Creation to greatest conceivable breadth
Myself tiny within it
beautifully ephemeral

Stanley Kubrick visited me last night
patted my head
reassured me
told me I was beautiful to struggle vainly and dream
over what it is to is
told me, whatever is is, is over soon

Stanley Kubrick visited me last night
but it wasn't Stanley Kubrick at all
I had stared at millions of pixels assembled by legions,
and somehow seen Stanley Kubrick staring back at me
I couldn't even find him in the credits.