Used To See

The silence of the artist spawned
a great misunderstanding.
Looking back at dawns created
for an other eye to see.
Never quite attending to
the present splendor of the sky.
He saw it as he used to see.
And thus a great disharmony began.
For time and space are constantly amended.
Enraptured by the sense of sight.
Relaying on great rays of light.
Ungrounded in the flesh that
intermeshes all that is.
A slight of hand.
The world caught off balance.
Living in a well-worn trance
of how it used to seem.
The gleam in his eye started fading away
in an antiseptic interplay.
As if the changes born
could never enter into form.
And his imagery was fading.
Looking toward the past as if
no future waited in the wings.
Grasping hold of his depression.
Gasping at his misdirection.
When he noticed her -
and came alive again...

? Michaelette ?

3/15/2005
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