I don't see them fall
but fall they do.
Each time,
I imagine a thud
of skull on glass,
then carcass on wood.
In one surely unobserved instant,
a life that was...
vanishes,
and in the 5/11 of a second
that it takes for my shutter
to open and close
I become
official biographer.
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Been doing some house keeping, and got you linked up at TYKO. Thanks again for the shout out.
P.S. You really have a good look to the site.
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