Light switch; an independent focal museum of art,
all the fine details dropped like expensive china
upon a finite series of rods and cones.
Beauty is perceived, not inherent,
blurred and distorted by lense,
disassembled, reproduced,
decomposed, recombined.
Extracted, abstracted, and stored.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
