In the camera obscura
    Of my simmering passions
    The maggots of pain
    Consume my equilibrium
    While the acids of greed
    Burn holes in my soul.

    But you, magnificent loupe
    Through the crimson film
    Of fracturing light
    Expose your generous smile
    And develop my healing.

Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...