The Absence of Wavelength

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What you notice —

Captured
by BK Compton (poet, photographer of words)

Your metallic, clunky cyclops,
you place your ‘good eye’
near my window,
never see my inner workings —
a cavern below —
but illumination of a scene
captured, more pleasing.

Pressing my trigger,
in a flash, by impulse,
quick-sketch all contained —
darkness into light.

On this thin film, spooled,
frame by frame, a slow
tugging war to get to the end.
You only open my compartment
to grab my work exposed.
Empty. Used. But, for a brief moment…

we were one. Now,
I sit in this dark all alone.{/size:4}


8.30.22