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Confronting It
by Earl Coleman
Nothing of course is all,
although we may say form
is all, color is all,
line is all, vision is all.
Body is nothing: out of order
prostate, kidneys, snapped
tendon in the foot, corseted
back. Thats not all.
The work is all. Hanging
on the wall. And suddenly
were on another plane,
an unexpected light.
We are rooted, seized.
We see as if till then
We had been blind.
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