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| © Ernest Mackina Photography 2014 |
Chartered by this breathing city
Its Standards are imprinted within me
Withdraw knowledge from its cautious history
Deposit my own difference through this photographic poetry
Improving it’s image through poetics and pictorially
Accounting for each of it’s urbane art accounts
Ensuring each account is accounted for
I’m it’s teller, counting each of it’s dreams
My voice is a stamp that certifies never ending hope
Cause in it’s vault, lies a rich heritage stocked with
Exchange Stock
Potential noticed even by Eric Bloch,
Each pavement is an avenue of harmony between swag-chasers
and yesteryear’s folk
Harbouring sons and daughters of right now,
Yesterdays hits, one hit wonders and gurus on whose doors
tomorrow knocks
Calm air and clean water, slow at times but never drag your
feet when you hit this spot
Slow at times, but not an excuse for your chase to ever stop
Slow at times, but there lies future in the truth, haste
your pace, don’t ever flop
Bright lights, my city never sleeps, look outside your
window and take a peep
If you slow down and look aside you’ll find out its now next
week
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