The aerial shot
has been too dear,
but it cheapens by the drones.
What's seen from the ground
shares concern
with what you can see from the air;
which second 'what'
threatens to swamp
both art and pics
and to unleash
a counter and,
one hanging above
and one below
the other,
biptychs.
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