look, a golden eye
is watching us,
an aperture, an opening
in our real-time history.
i mean how what we make (of ourselves)
becomes our witness.
oh, all these words
might just be windows
or mighty marble balconies.
either way,
the work. the work.
the weight of all the work to do.


photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017


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