it is a field of black lilies
a burned out sun, an enormous dark pupil
and i
am an inverted miniature
caught under its gaze
a perfect shadow of myself, a cipher
waiting to be exposed on a plate of silver film
once in my life
if i could only capture a moment so perfectly as this photograph
feel pain without guilt or
peace without boredom,
find my way into the light outside the cave
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