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The Amorous Perspective - Magritte
I see the wood from the trees is taken
they bare no malice in their spent state
just disappear
leaving a lonely landscape
I linger in the drafting of possibilities
how protection was a door
how I gave back the heart
the pointlessness of felling trees
study the un-chalked outline
wonder who fits
what, if anything, fills voids
scale all distorted
everything is too big
leaves
trees
leaving a place
the world outside is so sparse
is life really a thing
or just a haze around veins and form
seen through eyes that offer structure
the whole shebang is out of place
what happens when...
you see the wood for the trees
you hope you won't be lost
you hope you won't be disoriented anymore
but focus isn't our gift, we are too lost
or too locked in on what's straight ahead
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