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(Poem) Eidelons - I

I.

How does the wallpaper
(So long just a background)
emerge to be seen just itself

I don’t know . . .
I wish I did . . .

The wallpaper is witness to everything
It sees the scenes
It hears the voices
It feels left out

How do you make a mark when you are an image

How do you speak when you are an ear

How do you feel when you are only a thing

But the wallpaper does feel
And the wallpaper has something to say
And the wallpaper is a sight to behold when seen for itself


Standing still too long cramps muscles

And if you don’t speak then when you do
what do you say
how will it sound

And how will you look when you are what’s seen
rather than just being an accent for what was so long
held in front of you?

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