Photograph

If you want beautiful, pitiful,
Have me in a picture
And if you want make me dance,
Throw me round spin upon your
Finger
Blind labors the blind and I am Unwilling to uncover my eyes
And if you want take your time rifle
Through, find a very nice one
If there’s a crease in my face over
Time, there’s plenty more where
That came from
Words, frozen, will thaw when I am Wasted, I am better shut up And a frame is quite confining
Hang me up… hang me up
I’m in the photograph
When I’m alone and the world is a Fist, I am weightless
A universe, gravitate, orchestrate,
I am fearless
And spin, the sky surrounding free
From all the picture perfect
And spin the sky surrounding,
Larger than life, meanwhile