Smeared
in the drywall plane
sealed with paint
and cornered
by crown molding
ethereal visitors
emerge unwittingly
through the hazy aurora
of waking
prophetic bedfellows
tell their cloudy stories
intuition projected on
a knockdown canvas
the perfect flat --
Portrait White
focus
and the vision disappears
likenesses tantalize me
walk sideways above me
listen as I see --
Tell your mother
to say goodbye
lips press his impressible cheek
have mercy upon her troubled eye
as long days will pass
gone from her sight
boy to man
no reason satisfies why.
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