Aperture

Oh I have seen a world
so different from my own.
And one where I
Harvest what I've sown.

A bone will crack 
A stitch and suture
In my place 
I see the future 

Artifacts as clear as day
Matters of the composition 
One choice one outcome
Stay the course or reposition?

One hour I may feel
A certain way.
A change in waves reveal 
My dynamic range.

I wonder if I know anything at all.
Maybe my experience 
Is fractured at the fault.
If I took apart my essences
Recompiled my chemistry 
Would I whir,
Or would I stutter
Screeching to a halt?

Oh I have seen a world
I love to call my own.
A glimpse of some
Winner's wishing bone.

A photograph
Pristine and pure 
No work in post
Captured the allure