PHOTOGRAPHS
We are taking pictures of ourselves,
melting in that mind's eye of doubt
which makes up the space between us.
I snap things unintentionally sad.
You smile. The wintry light clasps
its white hands over dead ears. In
photos, no one need listen. All the world
is deaf, and only eyes are needed. The end
of perfection is here. We need not recognize
what we do not want. It is so absolute -
putting things coldly into perspective.
Stand there. Snap!
We are taking pictures of ourselves,
melting in that mind's eye of doubt
which makes up the space between us.
I snap things unintentionally sad.
You smile. The wintry light clasps
its white hands over dead ears. In
photos, no one need listen. All the world
is deaf, and only eyes are needed. The end
of perfection is here. We need not recognize
what we do not want. It is so absolute -
putting things coldly into perspective.
Stand there. Snap!
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