TEMPORARY
REPAST
Amidst the noise and haste, I determine
to stop a minute and listen or note : how
few the things we actually notice, and
how less the things we see. My eyes,
instead, set follow to watch the line,
the cube, the volume, the hollow, the
color. All those blocs that make up a
face, those planes that make up a world -
this temporary repast, this place.
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