Linseed On Linen
Stopped cold around a corner
Framed, I was a youth seeking sight
No vented air
Chilled my soul frozen
Captured by canvas and carrier
Curated
Love at first sight for linseed spread on linen
Old truths spoken across time
A language I long to speak
Favored forever this lavish heaping of oil
Shaped into form
Face to face with a master I stand
Knowing knives never spared the lives living
Stretched on his mind on his canvas
Shadowed heavy with light was he
Pigment ground, bound to weigh timeless
Laden bark flanks unknown faces
Rooted to trees are we
Dressed dense in flora
Connected though we cannot see to know
Head tilts toward a shoulder trusted
Trunked tall, suited for support
The forest anomaly seen through the trees
Symmetry in groves standing Two
Alone
Removed from apart
In the undergrowth
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