Love is the oldest camera
snap me with your eyes.
Wearied with myself I want
a picture that simplifies.
Likeness is not important
provided the traits cohere.
Dissolve doubts and contradictions
to leave the exposure clear.
Erase shadows and negative
that confuse the tired sight.
Develop as conclusive definition
a pattern of black and white.
For I wish to see me reassembled in that dark-room of your mind.
Veronica Forrest Thomson
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