
With eyes half closed
do lines appear upon the paper
subconsciously intended
and fall in place
cross hatched
in India ink permanence,
pen in hand directed
with eyes half closed?
Would sensory memories
of chemicals and
setting fixatives
return by inference
old photographic images
released from canisters
to glossy grays and blacks
to live anew,
performing for
a fresh-eyed audience?
Does it all begin again,
art re-birthed
while the world watches
with eyes half open?

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In response and respect to
bozoloper's [If I Closed My Eyes]
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I did like your response poem to bozoloper's original and how they seemed to meld toward one another from opposite corners. joy







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