segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2015

They say there's no soul

Who in fact is that?
Is it really the person you mention?
Might it be the shadow the reflection?
You left the room knee up and gesturing toward the door

Is it really that person you want to capture for who they are?
Did you color them right?
The photo itself catches the skin
It's pigment

He stepped outside himself they say
and how did he do all that in a day?
So what was he all along?
Could we all be much more that a score of words

Can we agree it's not accuracy
A true person cannot be reduced to a biography
Comic attempts to catch them as they walk out the door
describing those four to five steps before they leave us

Let me turn to you
can I tell you what your shape is?
can you tell me mine?
Kaleidoscope critics finding angles

You make your way to the door
mistaking yourself for movement
All of you for a second
The camera clicked and that was you

Is that you?
Don't walk away or be denial
Without a camera between people
None of those critical eyes

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