The Line

Crushed but not pulverized
glass or shattered plastic,
the raw sheer edge
that causes the eye to see
the line of demarcation
where there is another
absolutely different
and yet
a flavor of the flow
of color saturation.

This is the point
where the eye must let go
of what it knows to be
and then must allow
that what will be is
and this is it ,
how it is
what will be
until it is not
and then the synthetic,
the inductive,
the new,
the exchange,
the vibrant,
and what was
is no more,
except for what persists
in the maw,
the dog that slobbers
over the memories
of nostalgia
and the preferred.

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