from ‘The Darkened Chamber’

Weve all the time in the world
to look at it,
that glory robe with the black lining
which is desire for
permanence, that
hayloft not a spark could get in
from the world outside,-
not so, there was a tiny hole
making of the whole room a
camera lucida wherein the mind swam
in a gold rain of color
and I understood all life to be a book but
much more
a book i could never get my hands on
much less write…

-David Rattray

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