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| Franz Kline, Painting 1952 |
A single black line
length undefined
A silhouette
against a backdrop
of boundless light
This single black line
interrupts
separates
defines
north south
east west
up down
and the center
sealed for all time
henceforth
in the perception
of the self
the fringe
is to be avoided
lest the edges slice
lest you fall off the rim
There is no God
In the absent
Like a wave
this one black line
Reverberating
in some cosmic orchestration
point and counterpoint
split infinity
andante allegro
two black lines
It no longer plays alone
This and that
Me and the other
Alike and different
Together in this space
From whence first sprung
In the circle the black
spills into the white
the white invades the black
and each is accented
by a small single spot
borrowed from the other
And so united
they seem to spin
timelessly in time
around in flat space
When did the lines
learn to make shapes?
A man’s hands
in spotlight
white gloves
against a black backdrop
forms take on meaning
and spring to life
in the mind of the seer
Don’t speak
Not even in whisper
When the spotlight goes out
and the applause begins
the spell is over
This is your canvas
Take your pen and ink
Blotch smudge smear
Just leave your mark
Then leave it behind
Disappear back
into the no-place
from whence you were born.
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