If you want beautiful, pitiful, have me in a picture
and if you want make me dance, throw me round spin upon your finger
blind labors the blind and I am unwilling to uncover my eyes
and if you want take your time rifle through, find a very nice one
if there is a crease in my face over time, there’s plenty more where that came fron
words, frozen, will thaw when I am wasted, I am better shut up
and a frame is quite confining, hang me up… hang me up
I’m in the photograph
when I’m alone and the world is a fist, I am weightless
a universe, gravitate, orchestrate, I am fearless
and spin, the sky surrounding free from all the picture perfect
and spin the sky surrounding, larger than life, meanwhile

"Photograph
by the Vervepipe"