Chains of shamed haunters. Green noises. Do
You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine. I dressed
With the effort
Of an animal. I believed
The radio and it's pink
Honey. I made a prow
From a ribbon
Of money, and I
Sailed away. Now
The stitches of the backdrop
Murmur: "Love your earth. Love
Your teeth. Love
From above and beneath. Breathe
Like a woman, imagine
Like a man. Burn the sermon
In the shade
And put the ashes
In a grave..."
(To announce the mother
There must be sunlight. To
Denounce the father
There must be care. Cocentric
Lore
Swells
In giddy mark. Dark
Roses
And a movie
Of a sunbeam
To believe I'll have another time
Fully dressed as mine
A dusk on all fours
A ceiling
On the floor...)
You really paint your lips with a stick? They must
Bleed, remedied with the stain of pale reasons.
I inflamed my calandar until it was a prison
For a hardwood nomad, a carving of my
Thudding orbs done near the corpse
Of a moat. Culture is invinsible.
Sculpture is the spirit of a pebble
Puking up a vine. I dressed
With the effort
Of an animal. I believed
The radio and it's pink
Honey. I made a prow
From a ribbon
Of money, and I
Sailed away. Now
The stitches of the backdrop
Murmur: "Love your earth. Love
Your teeth. Love
From above and beneath. Breathe
Like a woman, imagine
Like a man. Burn the sermon
In the shade
And put the ashes
In a grave..."
(To announce the mother
There must be sunlight. To
Denounce the father
There must be care. Cocentric
Lore
Swells
In giddy mark. Dark
Roses
And a movie
Of a sunbeam
To believe I'll have another time
Fully dressed as mine
A dusk on all fours
A ceiling
On the floor...)
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Forgive me for this, I feel it is improper, but here goes
"Opportunity
Is a feather of
It's form floating
Fateward; catch it
In the crisp lens
Before it blends
Into motion and
A blur, just a turn
Of the wrist
Away, and it becomes
Stillness within a
Multitude of
Notions..."
-B5C
I think this refers to the photographer influencing the shots. I mean after all it is a human eye and a human hand pressing the buttons to capture the image, so there is a lot of personal perspective involved in taking photos.