Bad French Movie

another witness to a vanishing world
as its successor crowds my view
so that the seeing is what I recollect
and am no longer witness to anything
embodied or substantial

entranced crabes sifting sand for bits of food
re-examining the finitude of their perimeter
a tide reclaims with expected tumult
over and under interlocking chains
of forces carried by planets

the entrance and exit are the same
but bear no resemblance to one another
in dark previews and muffled corridors
a dream of what has been lived
passes for an impression of future