I see the world through the lens of another mans eyes shared experience shot at 1/500th of a second f8 rainforest at sunset a whole knowledge of technical skill expressed in an image I can walk into grateful to be a part of it
The steel bar that holds the torso up gives it a spine and makes it art and not some headless, armless, genital-less mutilation pushed from a machine going faster than the white signs allowed. I see it only on my iPhone, backlit with its perfect abs and ***-gutters not unlike the headless ******* penetrating endless **** on pornhub, the unsolicited **** pic galleries popping up whenever I try to click away. Everything breakable and tearable in me has been torn and broken and yet I envy this immortal stone suspended here in cyber space that can be smashed to white pebbles, pulverized to dust and still never bleed or feel pain. It exists, a twist of idolized flesh to be touched and wondered over, polished to a high sheen by centuries of passing hands until the fetish leaves me admiring and detesting, the remnant echo of the true and beautiful, a once true and beautiful God.
Orange huts Fresh coat of paint The colour that held the conical shaped wooden frames Lined by coconut and palms The coastal land Rainforest canopy Tropical island The bricks in white Struck slant in the ground Forming rows On the pathway At leisure rode The valiant horse Late evening when the tides came in The sea swelled with the golden moon