Pentimenti
It has been growing upon me,
this sense of extra exposure in a photograph.
I’m beginning to peer out
like the moon behind dark branches.
It has been coming upon on me,
this feeling of being in a picture -
a picture scratched into skin,
a skin nailed to a blazing sun.
I am in this painting
where a superimposed ghost-tint
back-lights my self-image -
a pentimento emerging through.
In these visions there is a pensiveness
where light meets shadow
as if I were witnessing
the late works
of an artist yet to be born.
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