Deep Waters - Magritte

all things are covered over given texture, rather than context so much so that it all becomes hard to believe until you realise, you didn't need to believe at all nothing matters - is the stark reality let us all close our eyes to it take odd comfort in presentation grid patterns and sockets haunt the absence of absence something is here, perhaps just the viewer and the haunting dark cloaks sit on or at our shoulders the pallette of this world is too limited can some of us see through it? fleshy colours for trachea and talon eyes trained on jugular there is no harm done all we fear we all fear fear stuck in our throats as we close our eyes become fixed in time until time runs out something in the composition will kill us lungs full of yesterday's air blurring today leaving fear in sharp focus even when it no longer makes sense