Photograph

A moment in time, Kept to interpret, A feeling of mine: King or culprit? A stack of chairs, Has a derivation, Back to church affairs, Stacked for celebration. A Christian party, Farts as a balloon, But my mind’s not batty: I go to the secular atheist room. My parents answer, Is not to think to much, But photographs matter, To brain and touch. My view is real, It focuses with living lens, Through tragedy’s peal, By my mind’s Venns. Rationality makes the frame, Reason acts in pixels, My life view is brain, And my cheese is axels.