Held too close
like the words of a ghost
speaking clearly in
the crown of darkest night.
Left too long
the armrest of the open
driver’s side soaking
the whole arm for
the elbow’s sake.
Bereft at the direction
the hearts says look
and the eyes oblige
despite the limits of the organism
and the capacities of the instruments.
Eventually it is all pieces
weighed and disassembled
the smoke and mirrors
traded for the bone and gristle
the receptacle full and
still filled spilling
ink and aptitude
all the grays incorporated
the image left unseen,
blind to begin it.
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