For chrome to chrome
John Clare Stokes
What of our time behind this glass lens? In faded yellow boxes the life and times set down in vivid saturation, of finest grain, the slow fade at once setting in, even as the child took the first step. The chrome captured it faithfully, just as we saw. What of our time upon this acetate? This veiled dwelling, this inner lens desperate to find focus upon that home beyond this ever fading chrome.
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