Where’s my phone
That sunset’s brilliant
Colours that Monet would struggle to capture
A blue which might redefine heaven
Dimpled shapes which fail to fit any algorithm
Lines drawn, redrawn, and left to linger
Red that softens the fear of fire
This is a 12-megapixel camera
With advanced sensor and image processor
Millions of photoreceptors
Burn beauty onto the visual cortex
Layers of light slip under my mood
Are stored in every cell
Primed for retrieval
The lesson of the fading light
Melts certainties and soothes
Designer pinks and greys
Become fashionably shredded
With the confidence of elemental design
And we are the frow as it fades to black
Bugger, my battery’s flat