Shapes Appear, With Faces

Shapes appear, with faces –
when my eyes close their blinds –
resume their rightful places –
break through whatever binds

them up in mere potential –
ignored through waking day –
kept from their grand torrential
investigative play.

What they’ve got to do with me
eludes me, save the sense
that something in their lunacy
requires the recompense

of my complete attention:
as if they’re asking: “Who
will give us rapt suspension
of disbelief but you?”

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