That which my eyeso easily distinguishes --
the light, the dark, the color,
and all gradations in between --
becomes a challenge for my camera,
which, seeing one,
must miss the other;
which,
seeing into light,
reduces dark to black, losing all color,
and,
seeing into dark,
reduces this tiled floor,
and this Venetian vista
to mere white;
just as my brain cannot encompass
all the shades of my soul,
but seems to focus solely
on the lightest or darkest places,
and then decides -- depending on my mood --
that only one is Truth.
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