(in response to a photograph by Bradley Delany)
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the shape of a tree projected on a rock face...
as if by triangulation of soulfulness...
waning sunlight comes through its twigs and branches,
as if to impart a subtle layer of gilding...
its wan shape being cast there,
as if to reach beyond its sheath of bark...
a photosensitive plate collects it...
as if it can ascend by variable excitation of pixels...
then an eye that is able to fix the image...
as if it can't linger unless someone happens by
to recognize its shape of impermanence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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