25 July 2012
(True Story)
I never met you, While alive, And never saw your face, Until I saw your photograph, Upon the mantlepiece, Lying there, behind a clock, I picked it up and brushed it off, When I first saw your face and eyes, I knew your life before you died, I saw you once, With second sight, A shadow in my eye, Standing by the stairs, And watching, As my life goes by, I knew you from that photograph, I felt your aura blister, And flake away, there on that day, My little baby sister.
Photographic Love • Opuss № I