More Than Its Parts

Work in progress. I like the idea, but something's missing. Any thoughts?

The picture hangs
In the gallery of my skull
Miniscule changes of electrical potential
Neural response to light reflected
Off two-dimensional emulsion
A child of light sifted
Through a silver halide matrix
Chemical reaction with solar radiation reflected
From your skin
Your hair
Your smile stolen
By the lens
On a gray May evening.

The End

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