“No Filtah, Seems Appropriate fuh Mahtch”

Woke up this morning to these shapes on the ceiling

Pointed the camera to capture the feeling

Looked in the roll to see how it come out

The window came forward and fluorescent greens flout

Faith doing a tango, rose in it’s mouth with Doubt

Surprised to see the perspective of the camera’s mechanical eye

Technological wonders showing me things I alone never would have been able to spy

No filtah, seems appropriate fuh Mahtch