Camera
Obscura
A
room drained of light.
The spectrum in full flower
lush bloom in a vortex
spun to tiger butter
vanished, captured
by your crushing gravity.
Dilated obsidian disks
nestled deep in the gathers
invite wary skaters
lacerating blades
flashing in the light
of a thousand dying stars
winking out in inky depths
to peer at the world inverted
balanced perfectly
on the keen edge
of your black rage.
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