Stillness and sharpness
a projecting on hollow eyes
The pendulum of time held still
A motion stopped dead at its height
A floating song note captured
Between finger and thumb,
I trap a joule of light.
Man’s world passes by
slow motion, three screens of life –
future, present and past.
nothing is fast.
I could touch a particle of air
See a cave of bones and echoing head
Strip the colours of the rainbows
Hold the ocean in my hands
I can raise the dead.
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