the need for an idea to be solidified in my head
has crept into my bed and is sleeping almost dead
then laying stupified on the carpet
trying to recreate how i felt when i wrote hope
the paper envelope of negatives caught my eye
i sliped them out, anticipating an unknown
something grabbed my heart
it was the lock
the lock i saw on the graveyard doors
intending to capture that moment, i did
though my efforts where assumed to be failed
these images, the negatives sooned reveiled
that upon second glance
as if just by chance
that i noticed them tonight
i held them up to the light to see
the pictures that i assumed decree
it was all visible now
the store, the unrelated source
malfunctioned and denied my documentation
but now with my own eye i find my art