2hrs and 15mins I won't get back

You can't establish 
the experience of myth 
in the future
without myth
and you can't backtrack to the myth
when you ask the editor to
jump cut the slight shift
of a gaze, a pupil blowing up,
one trickle of sweat,
denaturing the players
arranged before me -
you can't ask for my context
when you won't serve yours.

Non-realism predates paper
and the cutting room floor,
you can't ask god to
shower us with gold coins
if this miracle of yours
has no metaphor -

so instead picture us

on the edge of our seats:
you've got 20 minutes to set this one up,
stopwatch says go
let the remaining 115 ride the coattail.
It's never easy, especially now, 
I think, to expect miracles,
so, just, let it rip,
go.