Digital Photography - Visual Poem
An old joke to tell: paradise exists
to be lost when we learn
that we're no longer naive.
To grow to fall. To suffer to be lost.
We are sentenced guilty with Icarus's
guilt: being mindlessly forgetful -- then
An uncanny truth to reveal: paradise
exists to be found -- only among those
who constantly encounter an inch within
( A visual poem started with a simple self-reflection story.
When you encounter the "past", "present" and "future" you at the same time, what do they look like? )
Role - Photographer