The Uses of Photography.

Tell me black is white
and I believe:
I have seen the night
in negative.
Repeated panes, wide pockets
set apart,
Eclipsed moons in a sky, light
With swarms of flies to form
the constellation chart.
Over snow, jet warm
and dark as unlit coals.
fresh off the sprockets,
between the lines of sprocket holes:
Frozen, framed (as though accursed),
the world awaits to be reversed.

Tell me our attempt
to oddly prove
that guile and contempt
spring from love
Is unpremeditated mirror-logic,
not true hating,
But begging for luck, attention, magic.
Black thoughts are dark rays sent
Like truthful sunbeams, waiting
for our development
to change all back:
The white as white and black as black.
In such polar transformations lie
The imperfections of our chemistry.