Surreptitiously the lens
is gently immersed
into the tulip’s centre.
As quick as the shutter clicks
its radiance is captured.
Previously interred,
spectacular permeations
from elsewhere itself,
born of some other hour,
bloom amid this regulated light.
In the split of a second
the tulip's exquisite flame
captivates the naked eye.
Humbled, the heart stutters
a kind of wordlessness
before coveting a breath,
as the light refracts a fraction
of what abides therein.
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