This Town Needs Guns - A Different Kind of Tall (Small)

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The walls parallel lines
Will act as your guides
Into distance they divide
Refracting bounced light
Frequencies collide
Open the aperture wide
To let the light inside
The lenses eye
Focus the 50 mm prime
Adjust the shutter speed time
Just right
Ingrained in the grain
And drunk on bokeh
Cutting time into frame
In black, white and grey
Exposure
Exposes all your highlights
Think I’ll stop down
And bracket stops either side
Tilt, shift
Pull your body in tight
Please don’t be shy
Your form is too perfect to hide
Proportion scorches emulsion
To stir emotion
Shutter stops heart rates
Hold your breath for camera shake