A camera A camera that praises shadows
instead of light is a camera with insight
Or cones in the retina like enormous tracts of desert
scarcely satisfied If a blindfolded society
could thrive (without standing, moving) it would be
even more victorious with a double blindfold
Suddenly dogs barking in the neighborhood
(two of them wearing red sweaters)
I watch for shadows underneath the door-slit I am
a human flicker out of focus this day the caves in my
throat sounding off like a quivering fog melting
the way a particular street's ex-sewers (a wave
of relief) surges through me (the knowing of "little things")
The week of white-grey skies has diminished
winter's colorless aluminum giving way to nonspectral
violets & magenta browns & grays
agglutinated with honey-light Cat grooming on
the black-gray checkered blanket fur like
paper-fine pastry I could be shaving a swatch of
sandpaper You seem confused but do not be alarmed
for is the cuckoo bird in error when it leaves it eggs
in other birds' nests? Were Michelangelo's raw
& oft bleeding hands nothing more than bubbling blades
of red-orange lava? "Finely divided uranium takes fire
on exposure to air" With eyes of angelic light I could starve
myself to weightlessness Look! in the sky!
What you cannot see can track you down
snatched up with eager spite
What you can see can make a sound
a diver floating in mid-flight
Water splashes through words A camera
's aperture unconscious during every interim
I'm a human flicker out of focus this day
"Empty Magnification" at my heels
like a snarling dog the way Orpheus was snatched
from life's continuum
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