(Photographs economize the truth; they are always moments more or less illusorily abducted from time’s continuum–
Sally Mann Quoted from the blog Brain Pickings)
While we confront yellow sandstone
And colorful headgears in snake coil
We hold still as if we hold an oil lamp
Through darkness of the unfamiliar.
Lamp sits before us with warm bread
That brightens up a dark inner palate
And its yellow light colors the dance-
A girl dance swirls in yellow moment.
We hold still to avoid a camera shake
And memory superimposition on girl.
The drum tries to catch the liquid girl
To be lamp-lit pearl- drop under leaf
Night sheds in the winter of our time,
Leaf slowly falling its yellow moment.
We hold still shaking camera of night
From shaking body, to catch moment.