Click! my light caught in black and white. Remember the Amusing Anecdote? how native blacks broke the magic box to free their souls? Remember how explorers laughed? If I could laugh … for six hours I have hunted my soul, scattered drawers and stripped walls, decimated photograph albums, keeping a small fire going, freeing myself picture by picture: myself at one year eating ice cream, myself at five petting a spaniel, at ten on a bike, fifteen a car, brown, flare, and burn, every one, into air! Unless I loose the light caught in these shots, bound in a boy, I will die to my full flame never to become my essential sun, memory wholly burned in pure oxygen.

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