Daily Cascade

*photography reigns black and white
in *indoor light where shadows dance
and his picture speaks, holding a *chain
bound to me, and our moment, and
captured past, so sane, and it'll last

forever, whispering through the glass,
our *tradition as time expands and
*theory shifts to *refuse the stillness
I once held in my hands my *patent claim
of a fleeting glance as *assignment, maybe,

or a chance to freeze in the frame, since
life never sets to capture what one might forget