The Rough Draft
Location
No filter
I'm erratic
Two cars
Too fast
careening down the mountainside
.racing to see who will hit rock bottom first.
You cannot dial down the saturation on destruction,
even in black and white it still burns.
No filter
I am blinding
Too bright of a sunrise
crawling out from behind the mountainside
while your eyes are focused on car crashes
the flames and the sky
glowing ever color at once
Reminding you that will wreckage too
will end
The definition of high contrast.
And by the time you remember to snap a picture
the scene's already faded.
From behind a camera lens
beginnings and endings
kinda look like the same thing.
Taken out of context,
you cannot tell if the tide is rising or falling.
Sitting within a picture frame
you cannot tell my victories
from my battle scars.
No filter
I'm recursive.
Living 1,000 stories 1,000 times
that I will never get to tell you
because a picture is only good for
1,000 words.
And I will not crop myself into 3x5 rectangles
just so I can sit pretty on your mantle.
No filter
I'm expansive
and no picture ever taken
will fill your lungs like to bottom of the ocean
there's just too much of me
to ever comfortably fit inside someone else.
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I am fluid
Every narrative longer than six seconds
chaning far too often
Commanding every inch
of such a tiny goddamn screen.
Within an iphone is the only time
you will everhave me under your thumb.
You can't make picture frames out of people.
No filter
I'm explosive
and looking at a screenshot
You'll never know
which car made it to the bottom first.