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Introduction to Photography
For the smallest chill
we bend and shake.
At this rate,
Humans are just
personified mistakes.
Puzzle pieces interact
in small circumferences.
Piecing only with the immediate --
In wider context,
things are brought together,
but on a million different planes.
And yeah, we all forget
just why we came.
Taking fleeting pleasure
In linking, disengaging,
mingling, locking, fading.
And forgetting just who built
the jigsaw frame.
To think we pray
for selfish glue.
For semen and
greedy secretions
To paste us together
and bring us
back to You.
To think
I dot my own i's
and wait for You
to Cross my t's.
To think
You drew a line for me
in the sand.
And I buried myself inside
to climb out the other side
unnoticed.
To think...
To think...
For once...
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A camera sits on the window-sill.
This is usually how it starts:
A full roll of film
and a spotless pane.
Ready for snapshots of art.
But it's easier
to wait for fuzz to stick on the glass,
then complain that we cannot see:
that the breeze is random,
focus slurred
and pictures blurred.
And it's easier
to take photographs
in the morning
when light is abundant
in our surroundings,
rather than
open aperture
at night
to assimilate
the luminosity
that is our founding.
And it's easier
to be blinded by color
before developing
the basics
in black and white.
Yet it's perfectly understated to say,
"Rip me open
and dance with my soul
tonight..."
