Apertures
Life imposes on us.
Memory superimposes,
layering life’s imprints.
Into an aperture
between life and memory
moves the photographer,
who listens to light,
convenes shadows,
constructs position.
In the dark room,
life and memory wait
while hallucination bathes,
inscribes itself on a
pane of white-space,
coalescing like epiphany
and now rising from the
translating pool, prepared
to confess to eyes.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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