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This is how we Do,

This is how we Don’t

                in this

                house

             -of Poetry-

An atria lets in light

& emits extra 

pillowed noise.

It is the vanishing point

we should be focusing on,

imprecise lengths and indivisibility,

where dreams

during the day dull too acute states.

First, it was

the writers fork,

sourceless drops on the forehead,

all the hand stains, bruises,

and finally settled in the wrist vein, 

sharply-

no longer embedded 

in the life line.

Do this-concentrate-

Indirectly, gather all the colors if you can,

hone in on these speculative gradients,

Do not notice this indifference, it may be

that you see succinctly

how beautifully

                         -all points vanish...

Image credit Tenshō Shūbun [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.