Monday, July 29, 2013
Photographic Mind
He said lose the photographic mind,
Let those images swirl into imagination and break free.
Those who take their photos have the memory on disk and paper.
But will they remember it when the fires no longer keep them warm?
Does it matter when we cherish all that comes during our time?
The old papers turn yellow and crumble at the touch.
I don’t mind when the sun sets or when the sun rises.
It bleeds into one.
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