Edit

You and I were trying to edit detail
Emotion that cut thinking at its back.
The morning needlessly brought poetry.
I cannot seem to edit all that detail
From this night of life that it occurred.
I cannot edit the color of my dreams
Nor change the depth of field in them.
My picture seems shorn of all depth
As I am caught fishing in the fish-eye.

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