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The Viewing

When blind people
were given permission
to view that painting.
the curator was perplexed.
How to convey the complexities
of a huge canvas,
it's deep red surface
underscored by an even darke green line
which gave balance
from along the bottom edge.
It had no glass cover
as the slightest reflection
would deflect from its overall effect
which enveloped the viewer
wherever he was placed,
in an infinite space.
Unseeing eyes appeared mesmerised.
Was it melded  into flights of fancy,
a dance through the dark?
Thirteen became twelve.
Eleven down to seven,
till none but the curator remained,
still trying to explain
the subtle nature of its light and shade.

4 Nov 18

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