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parergon
can one ever see out of a picture?
it's populated
and we know they're in there
making the tracks
cooking up excuses
know them by sight
a city moves around them
all kinds of landscapes in fact
we have been spotted ourselves
but even blank
the valley folds in
as if under were the stones
to speak
the picture has a past
else how otherwise?
in fact it's all that's gone by
in the frame
it's only this moment
we live now
seeing in
and have the heart
for what's required
which is to ornament the frame
to be the window
and to be that shining face
the face that looks out
at me
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