To Err is Human But Pictured Divine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
the remembrance of pictures...

Submitted: February 29, 2008

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It is human to depict stolen pictures and not look pretty in them,
As when everything in yours is perfect.
By the swerve of your lip,
The upheaval of that tiny curve
on the ends of it,
Untimely as your two moons of eyes
Looking from one place to another.
You are what you meant it to be.
The incandescent light
from this picture machine
Illumine my insanity.

But when I took in every peckish deatail of this truth,
You asked me if I have known.
I have known-
I have known-

-How you kept my pictures,
stolen and hidden with all their sated glory,
How you treasured these even if they were not as perfect as yours,
nearly close to it,
Just to make you remind you of me,
As I have made myself a stupid resonance of stolen memories in embodied photographs.

Have we lost to our memories?
Are we just lost entities in these spaces of spaces?
For my love doesn't grow on these puzzles of pictures,
Depicted with sudden rush of light to a shutter,
But the clasping of hands of these two strangers,
Longing for a lookback,
That neither is perfect without the other.


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