We know the difference between screens
And windows
We have seen panes and cracks distort the image.
The daughter of a poet was tasked to pen a poem,
perceived as silly, she wrote it off.
The line led one to believe Heller Keller
dreamt in color-
and Kandinsky painted music
and Kandinsky painted music
And they laughed-
The black and white words were lost
on the newest Tech-no-extinguish-allingo for rhythmic rules
Class, (the new Beats
by algorithms).
Photos sans filters, simply
unaltered-in the past-by contrast
To green and blue screens that project a
Headline(r) to the stars.
A theater student herself,
She laughs at those old over-acting
talkies before Technicolor, whose
lame movements, I justify-
are compensations for lack of color.
Well, faking it was fun.
Forts and refrigerator boxes
worked for pretending elsewheres and make
believing in speech-
Until we started to believe
the sounds were real.
As though everyone knows
colors come naturally
to all things reflective
Only-
Is it touching that tells the truth?
The poet has no sense.
Painting by By Juan Gris (José Victoriano González Pérez), Spanish, 1887 - 1927 (1887 - 1927) – Artist/Maker (Spanish) Born in Madrid, Spain. Dead in Boulogne-Billancourt, France. Details of artist on Google Art Project [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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