Chapter Twenty Nine: The Lies and the Archives

Photography is a way of feeling, of touching,
of loving. What you have captured on film
is captured forever . . . it remembers little
things, long after you have 
forgotten everything.

Aaron Siskind

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I shall never truly see
The lies that had been told to me
Collective in its own account
The death of the flamboyant one
Dressed like the lies it would
Embraced in the tactical blues
Of sadness, peril, capably astute
In the business of life,
the wonder of captivation
It seems revealed, 
yet totally concealed

It came straightforward
In rhythm and rhymes
The order of sight
Captured by the playful mind
The most sorrowful mistake
Committed in the battle at stake
It took evidentiary matter
In films, in plot arcs
In the form of archives

The imprint of a man
In the soul and in the heart
Motionless, but purely divine
To take a catastrophe
In the matter at hand
Of forces and curvilinear tones
That had profoundness
And endless goal
To destroy the property
Of the mystery of time
Darkness prevailed
But light is totally unchanged

But to see, light must be
There are nothing seen
But the blindness to sin
No capability to desire
A freedom one must strive
Yet, in death and voidness
No stars ever illuminated

The dirt of the past
The polaroid of sadness
Quickly, to be pursued
In the hands of the might
To fearfully destroy
Anything with toil
A nebula of sorts
Scattered by the tort
No legal defenses were sought

I must say, no evidence
That can be presented
In the daylight of dreams
For a fair Judge to see
By books or any form of angels
To capture through the lens, 
Careless, knowingly
The verb of love
And the noun of humility
Glorious, overwhelmingly

Thief! Robbery!
Undeclared happening
The message of evil
Deep in the film
Of squalor, too neglected
Shot in the middle
Of all painful causes
But brutally deserved
We must all remain

Say no more
Amen, amen!

Into the Verse,
by Quiche Lorraine

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The Chapter is sponsored by Gucci.

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