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Sketchbook
2. Bone Harp
With every attempt, the bow was too dark, too definite
and the strings were as even as a boiled trout's ribs,
if you ever heard it play you'd know, it was shaded just right.
3. Horse
Tamed, though here I gave you nothing, but your iron shoes.
I drew you for a friend, but you were mine. More than carbon.
I left out the clouds that would never roll, because you can not.
4. Her Portrait
Her hair was as hostile as oceans in a negative film,
one eye, perfect. A picture. The other
scorned and sad. A bit down.
1. Universal
Falling through the slipstream of creativity, I drew it all.
With a four-legged, varnished frame, I never touched the paper.
Everything is all there; the pencil will only take it away.
1. Universal
Perfection is a blank page.
Only god, should think otherwise.
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