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What do you see, with camera in hand
Each pose of a memory, virtue and sin
Clicking thousands of times
For the one chance gaze of a time yet passed
Brushing golden hair, from star lined eyes
Lulling the beasts to slumber
Rise and fall, such titanic feasts
Soiled hands without the spectrum of light
Have you ever let another, hold the picture of you?
With every shot, each different angle
Not possible to capture such beauty
Crawl or Kneel, touch the lens
Fingers dipping into this soul each night
Every dream like a photograph
Perhaps not of the whole
Instances kept in boxes
Oh! If the thoughts would become real
for only a moment in heart
Picture framed emotions, wondrous in name
Thoughts turn towards a light that existed
Like an artist, no color to spare
One vision blurred, so crystal clear
Each moment can be held within the hands of love
Until the flame burns cool enough to kiss

Proximo
February 23, 2002

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