Lie Still, Still Hope

This dark room has become
Too used to pollutants,
Imperfections excused
And then highly esteemed
In a delusional attempt to
Show life.

Pictures that take themselves
Leave you scratching your head,
Minus assumptions and
Too natural for words,
So obvious they have to work hard
To hide.

Revelations of this
Magnitude sit somewhere
In the center of the
Spectrum, separating
Accelerated decrepitude
From sheen.

These new snapshots taken
Used only whatever
Available light could
Be harnessed through the lens;
Our smiling wasn’t even prompted......
Sleep now.