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The Viewing

When the sightless
were given permission
to view that painting.
the curator was perplexed.
How to convey the complexity
of its deep red surface
underscored by a darker green line
giving balance along its bottom edge?
There was no glass cover
as the slightest reflection
would deflect from its overall effect
which placed the viewer
in an infinite space,
impossible to detect.
Unseeing eyes appeared mesmerised.
Was it welded to flights of fancy?
A dance through the dark?
Thirteen became twelve.
Eleven, seven,
till none but the curator remained,
still trying to explain
the subtle nature of its light and shade.

4 Nov 18

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