Art Comes
On a day when nothing pleases you,
not land, sea or sky - art comes.
You see a distant view as if it were unmasked
of all space in-between. You feel an interiority;
like a snake you shed preconceptions.
Art recognizes what distance has developed
between the eye and the viewed,
then brings it to the unseeing as something
very close, unexpected and newborn.
At that moment
land, sea and sky
have become an otherness.
A blossoming of a stranger world,
that has yet to be imagined.
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