you don’t see that.
You Don’t See That
your eyes exposed
to the light of dance.
the shutter meet stutter.
stutter.
the bulbs becoming
shrines, the skin becoming
shine, in time light can move
at the perfect rhythm to appear
as a posture.
you don’t see that.
the rehearsal of
shadow, the way timing
the steps and pace of
the lens.
you don’t see that.
the force to find
the birth of light and
the death of darkness.
you don’t see that.
i do
by Cubs The Poet