Those big pictures make me breathe in,
thinking I could make images like that from words,
excited by all those worlds I will make.
The way they dwarf me
makes me want to buy their cheap and sentimental wares,
paste made bright by rich scaffolds.
After I look at them
(blinded by daylight
in streets I thought benighted)
I'm propelled by their momentum,
walking out their sequence.
Yes, those big pictures breathe me in
and out again, like a clock or a key.
Suffolk, October 2010
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