I Lupusagnus guided by the spirit of Fire and its evocative snapshots.
From time to time a flash
mirror, window or water blade
impossible Narcissus: echo echo echo
fleeting.
But you polaroid.
The steal the moment,
you make
its disturbance on facebook: "Really are
as I look?"
is so vague the "I
who falls in love on his face in shadow,
shadow that makes the moment
seductive mystery, and Narciso
sings we only Polaroid
into this conceit.
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