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Magritte The Empty Mask
it's clouded
obscured
just enough variety
to throw you off
there's no such thing
as a penetrating gaze
no beyond
nor here or there
just this
uncomfortable static
I can run my fingers round the edges
see my hand
in front of my face
but my feet are planted
the composition tells of up
and through
I feel one dimensionally seen
if we two could get higher
negotiate ledge
after ledge
rise up in a balloon
just for a moment see further
above the canopies that hem us in
safe from the licking flames
and the prying eyes
we'd understand the irregularity of shape
the truth of corners and frames
how a veil isn't a cage
we can add it all up
let the leaves fall
the flames burn a path
send smoke signals into the sky
curtains can become ropes to climb down
they'll be footholds for up
across is missing
I realise that now
all this searching for depth
and I just hadn't looked around
successfully distracted
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