20/10/2009

40.

Photographs strobe beneath lids
echo from one year to the next,
determined flashes
regurgitating phantoms,
specks ingrained
self absorbing,
once alive.

Tenderness
captures the black
and the not so white,
smudging realism
torn by rigid belief.

Voices
of the kaleidoscope collide.

© 2009 Michaela James
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