it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
In the bright moment, transfixed
I cannot see how to make it real
Can I for but a moment steal
A freeze-frame that depicts
Each motion as a dream litany
Or must it now ape reality
Except poorly as a man watches
A home video, not a moving picture
Or a play or any literary fixture
And tempt brown for the swatches
And wonder where went the life
Or do we ride fiction as a knife
A long grind between fact and lie
A thread drawing flat lines closed
As a garment, but one that exposed
What was caught in my mind's eye
Let none of that artistry be nixed
In the bright moment, transfixed.

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