poem // originally published on Instagram, Nov 5, 2022
when you freeze
what’s meant to be in motion
you have a ninety/ten shot
at painting breath and spirit
instead of merely bone and skin
and sometimes it works
a correct encapsulation
in pixels
holds candle
to the soulshine
and ends up on the wall
catching the light
between glass
and golden hour
and cheating the game
of time