Shudder, then clicking. Zero time and
nothing moves. Planes hold their chinks in
the sky. The automobiles are unmobile.
You cannot step where you're going.
Can touch nothing you're holding.
The slow sound stops; there isn't.
If you were here, we could
share it. I could place my
gaze looking up to your face.
You wouldn't blink.
Your eyelashes would hold
the wind, but
it's only a camera. There's
no one here
to make the picture.
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2 comments:
Sometimes I worry I forget to look at the thing before being consumed by the picture.
how many photos of others compared to those with your own image do you have? Like most photographers, I am thinking many more others.
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