Development's
It has been growing upon me,
this sense of exposure in a photograph.
Ever since I noticed that people
were as much a shadow
as the sun among dark tree branches.
It has been growing on me,
this feeling of being in a picture.
A picture you paint
wanting to preserve the color
of an ever-changing skin,
or a spark on the edge
of a fathomless canyon.
I am in this moment.
It is not a moment in time,
it is a moment in your head
where a ghost-light
haunts itself.
There is a pensiveness
where light meets shadow
as if you are witnessing
the late works
of an artist yet to be born.
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