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Nothing to See Untitled Painting, Gertrude Abercrombie
I do not wish to proffer an explanation
What I wish to do is stand still a moment
Whilst you now observe me
I have this vantage point
Aware yet blind to perspective
We both presume
What I hope to divine
Though lost to the rational or the magical
With a haze of stars, offensive in their number
The peripheral transposed as empty plains
I sense the absurd, I feel it - it's a terror
Standing still, by choice
Feeling abandoned & separate from most everything
I picked my shade of blue for this day
And so I dwell there
These four walls not making me feel safe
Forever aware of the plank I could walk to nowhere
As I wait for any form of lightning to strike
The moonlight has on occasion comforted
The light stopping at the external wall
Inside is dark with nothing but thoughts
So I stare out at the terrain
Knowing there's nothing more in every direction
Whilst immersed in intensified nothing
In the guts of it all, churned up
It's sedate from the outside looking in, I'll give it that
But there's an absence of warmth
And a loneliness I can't convey
I could talk to the only other soul here
But as I looked at their expression
My heart sank and I turned away
In that moment everything set
Permanence became of the stillness
And in it, all I can do is contemplate my fate
Quite alone, not letting anyone in
Safe as houses, so no help comes
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