Taken to Contrask

Brightness, grey scale, light postures;
such is the frame the pictures were taken,
stolen from life to judge for our selves,
subjects and objects reviled as we delved;

Prizes avail the nonsense and able,
contests make false the sign of a table
setting for chairs and lucidly blown
seedlings on cares of windy fine sown;

Four is a number that all will be made
greatly the stumble that lead to a fade
once is a plenty and water is fine
drawn up and perfect beside this cold line.