Transience
there's a world inside my
outside there's a world in
which no one lives but me
dreams and memories like
yesterday fade into tomorrow
leaking into now it's just
now nothing but now so
speak to me in your images
of trains and fences roads
and bridges faces and the
emptiness and the fullness of
your momentary vision and
I will look into your inner
world, take the language of
your art and translate
reality into one whole now
inspired by the photographs of Andrew Ross
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