Look at a Photograph

Snail pace, vine grace; choking air from the wild state.
Liquid face, kill-erase; count the money, miscount the lies.
Magical place, gone with no trace. Want to see it? Look at a photograph.

Who are we? We’re the mighty free, doing as we please.

Who are we? We’re the guiltless guilty, spreading our disease.

We’re the eyes in the smoke, the hands with bloody knives.

We’re the grin inside the wound, the greed seeping through.

Snail pace, vine grace; choking air from the wild state.

Liquid face, kill-erase; count the money, miscount the lies.
Magical place, gone with no trace. Want to see it? Look at a photograph.


(From the book Kairos)