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Her Art
Her mind accumulates
the mechanics of metaphysics.
Pieces of something she is sculpting or
assembling - word-pictures
too intricate to be entirely recalled
upon a whole canvas.
She discovers these figments
on the leeched rim of vision,
where shapes are nameless.
Part of her mind
burns with the light of a kerosene lamp,
the other blazes as bright as a solar flare.
She has been building images,
that can only be truly perceived just once,
then after that,
they are just her writings.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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