- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
I snapped exactly what I saw: That rubbernecking blur with dark Hair (and arms) cropped short; That heart beside itself; that poor Pretender’s throne, commandeered One night by a hectic horde; That sea beneath the swirling floor.
And the layers in and out of other, Bolder layers, intercut Motifs brimming this way, then that: Beaming phizog, ink-sagged feather, No words but letters bursting through. A life extravaganza in mid-throe, Then to be fixed, and framed thereafter.
Now I see it plain in my own Snapshot: bottom-left, a comic Penguin fixed in a painted panic, Line on careless line Messing up its face and belly. To some, I know, it just looks silly. But there it is. Just as seen.