Fell upon, as light as drizzling
mists indistinct as an inkling.
There was a sense of something strange a-
round the sharp corner.
He walks confidently
into newly woven webs,
framing the finished work.
The ground sloped, gravity pulled a-
long his footing in a groove.
One in front of the other.
He counted on this order.
He counted on this order.
Crossed over to a new dimension,
blended into this one image.
He is held up
to the sky and draped in silk,
with webbing in the corners,
brushed by invisible lines.
brushed by invisible lines.
He finds her hanging
where he left her last.
where he left her last.
Never again
does he take
the last passage
back.
Painting by Claude Monet, 'A corner of the apartment' c. 1875 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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Painting by Claude Monet, 'A corner of the apartment' c. 1875 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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