Photographic Memory

It is born within the darkness

To see what doesn't exist

The delicate film fears it

Only perfect timing

The mixing of the toxic chemicals

Can create the art

The organic desires the calculated

The glow in the dark clock ticks

I roll the film gently between my hands

It lives within an air tight casket

Sleep baby sleep, your day will come

Eventually the creation is revealed

A black and white print

Off centered on the brand new page

Its funny that they can't see it

The light got to it too fast

The hours of labor all for nothing

The time in the shadows
When I saw with the tips of my fingers