As an equivalent*
I evoke
Only beauty
Construed by instinct
Informed
By everything…
Before and after
Primal and immediate
The click is not a moment
It’s a manifestation
And with it
An attempt
At obliterating
Any intellectual
Meaning or identity
Things are
What they are
There’s no mystery,
Master
Or slave
And the truth…
Is nothing but invention.
Urbano Prestes
* bow to Stieglitz
