Je Lumiere
In a realm all yours
How might a photograph look?
I wonder aloud
If these words are heard
Then reality crafting
Is surely afoot
The radio plays
The lyrics and music spark thought
The thought becomes real
I play a picture
Each stroke and space a pixel
The detail precise
I know my preference
So my name becomes my face
As this is your realm
Unmistakeable
Prismatic from your viewpoint
The contrast fearless
Our faces pressed close
Synesthetically brazen
Even walls sensed new
So sepia turns
A matter of time, perhaps
But on first contact
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