After Lyonel Feininger’s “The Spell”
as with city
a dull madness downward
points to this hidden
fulcrum
of grey
that building’s black square is you
you’ve turned the light off to see
how blunted
the artist’s eyes
elide an alarm
to look upwards
and ignore your window
ignore heaven’s motive
for motif
away from tipping buildings
only a tear in the canvas
that’s not you at all is it?
that’s our counterpoint
needle sewing
as polyphony.
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