Magritte The Empty Mask

it's clouded obscured just enough variety to throw you off there's no such thing as a penetrating gaze no beyond nor here or there just this uncomfortable static I can run my fingers round the edges see my hand in front of my face but my feet are planted the composition tells of up and through I feel one dimensionally seen if we two could get higher negotiate ledge after ledge rise up in a balloon just for a moment see further above the canopies that hem us in safe from the licking flames and the prying eyes we'd understand the irregularity of shape the truth of corners and frames how a veil isn't a cage we can add it all up let the leaves fall the flames burn a path send smoke signals into the sky curtains can become ropes to climb down they'll be footholds for up across is missing I realise that now all this searching for depth and I just hadn't looked around successfully distracted