The Photographer

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Eye and sky share the horizon:
not a boundary, but an impudent refraction
to be redesigned at will.

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Click and wind still fill my mind;
feeling for the developer tray,
its caustic reek crowds my head
with anticipation of a burgeoning image.

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Your world has whirled into fractals
and fantasies, pixels placing themselves
in impossible patterns that delight
and deny the right of the all-knowing eye.

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I, the sponge, move behind your spills
of luminescent energy and am altered. 
Analogue dreams shift into digital reality
and the mind combines them 
in glorious fusion.

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Each day the sun rises on your new world,
spectacular, bordered only by light 
dispersed in chromatic wonder
to the myriad colours of infinite
memory.