Snapshot
An Image Holds one thousand Words
Behind its Paper Fiction—
Within its Walls, one hundred Worlds
Hide, from Gross Depiction.
A Glimpse of these, one may be Gifted
Should one be Chosen to snap
A Shot at Seizing—All—at Once—
A Chasm, Reduced to Crack—
If Layers Waiting, in Silent Suspension
And Galaxies—Dimensions—Behind
Are Briefly Seen, & Given Attention—
Attacked!—by an Enemy of Time.
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