The anorexic winter Sun
moves rapidly across the catwalk
of an arctic sky. An overexposed
Snow Queen fades into white.

The black Sun of Melancholy
starves its way through dusty sets
of undeveloped negatives,
charring undeveloped days.

The blonde Moon is a set piece:
fake sun of the photographer,
an Apollo impersonator himself,
eclipsed by his black sunglasses.