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Our faces are promises, now.
Tiny plans coated in silver chloride,
Framed by your shining future and
Mounted on the tip of your Ginsu-knife tongue
To be forever blessed among the
Undying eternities of the present tense.
I like how the meditation comes full circle to closure.
Will, I really love the first and second lines of this poem. One of my favorite parts of creating a painting is the possibility of the blank canvas. I think that translates here, as well. Thanks for sharing.
As an aspiring amateur photog I can definitely appreciate this! I like it!
by thunderberry over 2 years ago