35mm, developed
Light through the eye
a fuse in the mind
The sight of a child
imprinted
At the wake of those fires
cinders will bloom
and settle
dust erratic as irrelevance
You will come to stare
onto this mirror, fading
glassy and photographic
as it dims
Try to pin
those eyes onto these.
Find again that same axis
from which your form rotated
You will bend, heart to knee
to stare at these feet which
have walked over screws
and shavings of glass
Laced with scars
they will bring you to
this seat
in this place
and the shadow which cloaked
that child in the captured light
will seep into your self.
little one
in time, you shall sleep
at home in your skin.
Light through the eye
a fuse in the mind
The sight of a child
imprinted
At the wake of those fires
cinders will bloom
and settle
dust erratic as irrelevance
You will come to stare
onto this mirror, fading
glassy and photographic
as it dims
Try to pin
those eyes onto these.
Find again that same axis
from which your form rotated
You will bend, heart to knee
to stare at these feet which
have walked over screws
and shavings of glass
Laced with scars
they will bring you to
this seat
in this place
and the shadow which cloaked
that child in the captured light
will seep into your self.
little one
in time, you shall sleep
at home in your skin.
