PrismA Poem by Brett Hernan
As a child
held up to one eye a prismatic mirror and, to the other a smaller, frosted prism, to walk, taking small steps until this sythesised distortion had merged into a visual reality. © 2017 Brett Hernan |
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Added on May 21, 2017 Last Updated on May 21, 2017 AuthorBrett HernanHobart, Tasmania, AustraliaAboutLow-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..Writing
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