All this time I was looking for art
I didn’t think it could be
these words
Twisting and writhing in their effort to
escape and
Making shapes
Those strange distortions
The words that slip
So easily from my thoughts
Into my ears
But trip
When they reach my tongue
These silent prayers
These words unsung
They barely cross my mind.
Shot on Portra 400 film. 2023
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