Opus 217 by Paul Signac
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This is inspired by the painting rather than the paintings back story.
Out of sleight, out of hand, out of the box,
a spiral that always circled, hawk-like.
I could lock eyes with the brain that created it.
Investigative journalism... No.
Shh, brain, offer me a distraction -
make me momentarily numb.
A split second can take me along a trail,
guide past the captivating backdrop,
leave behind landscapes that scream & overload,
stop the who, what, where questions
turning back on me.
A study, incomplete, is no great loss.
Paths form to meander down ~
the way in any direction is wearisome.
Lost has found me.
Yet, everything has a centre -
even gravity.
How did I arrive offset?
Spin me again; I’m ready now.
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2025
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