i move
in the seconds
the aperture closes
so to anyone viewing
i stay rooted
in the same place
no trace of motion
left to befuddle
the brains of scientists
centuries from now

i only smile
in the dark
after the flash
goes off
no hints
of what lurks
behind the vacant eyes
staring back
a mystery wrapped
in gauze and effect

so take my picture
of boring and gray
watch as time
affects disinterest
my blank canvas
stays the same
while you grow older
trying to suss out
the details inherent
in mannequin mannerisms