and then enters
rock, pebble, sand granule
blue, red and yellow
in their specific intimacies
lines that curve
with and without light
shades that toss and turn
in anxiety and agitation
mystery and bewilderment
surprise and sorrow
but framed
always and always
by eye-limit
and poverties of imagination;
and in the long corridors
and vast halls of extraction
there’s a world that bends
to lens and mouse-click
warps known dimension
finger-flips the heart,
still even,
and there
in interface and union
we are cursed or blessed
by and eye and world
now and forever.
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