Poem, Photography, Time, Soft Horrors

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Silver
October 4, 2024

there is no pause
between point and shoot
a reflex action
built in old black and white
cranking aperture down
tracking motion
we take surprised pictures
of ourselves

we find our visage later
blank target face engaged
in among architecture
surrounded by old house’s bones
where no mirror grows
ghosts of our hunger
tracking three hundred years
awakening silver

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