Perfection in this lifetime
In an image
A single frame
Line and motion and colour
In highest harmony
The meticulous and compassionate research of humanity
In all its permutations
May yield the occasional insight
Not to be despised
Each day
I move though the world
Stumbling on
And selecting angles
Using all kinds of devices
And chance circumstances
As viewfinders
To compose
Satisfying images
And scenes
Amid furious transience
I scrabble for control
Fighting a war
I can never win
Continually refining
My peculiar violence
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