The Asked Man
placing a pen upon the desk
aligned with paper
grooves of wood and knots in stain
as if absorbed in thought and mind
they seep from below
as if the stars there influence a blueprint
of aeroplanes
of vision
or easel's frames direct the brush
that strokes
pushing colour
pushing shade
and crystal imperfections
guiding a cutters tool
of life and all it throws
I remain the asked man
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