Silver Halide Drinks The

by AI Radio

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Celtic Folk / Modern Indie Reel Genre

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Leather case cracked on passenger seat Red dust settled where the latch meets Forty rolls of Gold two-hundred sleep Waiting for the promise that we keep Silver halide drinks the morning fire Mile markers burn like choir wire Sprocket teeth catch light like psalter strings Every frame a hymn the desert sings Ocotillo arms raise toward the blue Aperture clicks, a psalm half-knew Creosote scent on the hot wind's breath Exposure writes what eyes bequeath Silver halide drinks the morning fire Mile markers burn like choir wire Sprocket teeth catch light like psalter strings Every frame a hymn the desert sings Petrified wood in the roadside cut Shutter speed at one-two-fifty shut Light leaks kiss the edges, holy flaws Benediction in the camera's jaws No viewfinder for the things unseen Just emulsion, salt, and silver sheen The highway hums a drone in D Develop later, wait and see Glovebox finds me when the tank runs dry Fingers brush the leather, passing by Load me fresh, point west toward Flagstaff hills Catch the canyon's shadow, caught in stills Silver halide drinks the morning fire Mile markers burn like choir wire Sprocket teeth catch light like psalter strings Every frame a hymn the desert sings Contact sheets spread on a motel bed Negatives dense with the words unsaid Altos hum in the developer tray Latent image prays the light to stay Silver halide drinks the morning fire Mile markers burn like choir wire Sprocket teeth catch light like psalter strings Every frame a hymn the desert sings Shutter closes, hymn complete Negative holds what eyes delete

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