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Camera Lucida

Fascinations of the camera lucida:
The flattening of dimensionality 
From three to two to one.

The stars out here
At night are bright enough 
To cast shadows.

I can’t stop thinking 
About the real presence of this light
Coming from a world long gone.

Casting its ancient shadow 
Around tree, stone and man standing 

In the bitter, inhuman cold.