Camera
Impressions once taken-in
by eye and mind
cannot compete with an image
captured in, but now
beyond any time.
Pictures of friends and lovers
show death and life in the same face -
a reveled chimera.
The camera unearths
what then laid buried
within a latch-hook of vision.
The black arts are in the light,
the worm in the apple.
The reverse of the mirror
peels away masks, burns the negative,
edits and exposes what we did not see
through the peep-hole of a moment.
Without the worm,
without that shuttering witness
there would be no point
in looking through a light box
at all.
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