Internally

I’m looking at a painting
And what it takes, makes
It drawn into and through,
Like the lyrics and notes
Of a song I don’t hear, at
That moment

Clearly shown as invisibly
As canvas to color, hand
To eyes, to mind, to heart,
Behind, inside, unseen, it
Seems like that thought’s
Afterglow

Knowing a pinpoint feeling
I can’t put my finger on, but,
Stings into its like tightness
Of myself, without saying a
Single word, displayed as if
It heard

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