I.
I once asked about halations, and wondered what they were;
if they did at all exist, for once.
How they'd appear only in blurry and unfocused pictures,
or perhaps at times, still and expectant on the verge of our tears?
Now the question:
"What makes a halation?" And if we're thinking of the same thing.
II.
So I then wrote about halations, and tried to make (believe) sense—
of what they were (not) portraying.
I spoke of their lucidity amongst all others,
of their ever-curious charm,
and of their picturesque whims—
yet denied them a photograph, and opt for another.
Hence was said:
"More than a picture: a metaphor."
In other words: are we thinking of the same thing?
III.
With it, I'll once again talk about halations, and wonder where they are;
wonder when they might appear.
If the lights still scatter after—
and on the far side: if they would cast the same fair shades then.
Here I quote:
"For every shot taken is merely a remnant of the most beautiful."
I will speak of the light and without doubt—
be thinking of a different someone.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
I.
I once asked about halations, and wondered what they were;
if they did at all exist, for once.
How they'd appear only in blurry and unfocused pictures,
or perhaps at times, still and expectant on the verge of our tears?
Now the question:
"What makes a halation?" And if we're thinking of the same thing.
II.
So I then wrote about halations, and tried to make (believe) sense—
of what they were (not) portraying.
I spoke of their lucidity amongst all others,
of their ever-curious charm,
and of their picturesque whims—
yet denied them a photograph, and opt for another.
Hence was said:
"More than a picture: a metaphor."
In other words: are we thinking of the same thing?
III.
With it, I'll once again talk about halations, and wonder where they are;
wonder when they might appear.
If the lights still scatter after—
and on the far side: if they would cast the same fair shades then.
Here I quote:
"For every shot taken is merely a remnant of the most beautiful."
I will speak of the light and without doubt—
be thinking of a different someone.
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