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The images consulted most are those
Of love, well, lovers. Highest in the search
Are photographs where we and lovers pose.
Clichés count highest. Oddities don’t perch
In these. The treasure rests in boringness
And certainties, the selfie and the beach.
The pictures of loves’ self-adoringness
Are what we scrutinize. Pupils beseech
Divinity we tend to find inside
These snaps. The pictures of the others that
We loved, say, cult-black, curled-hair man, lost tide
Of long lost smiles we see as sacred splat.
It’s almost like we think that if we stare
Enough the images will answer prayer.
~ Phillip Whidden