things appear to shift in the shadows
colors move over the surface of the table
in the dim yellow light
stare at a green blanket too long
and the yellow wall is red
touch is the uneven sensation of
electromagnetic force fields and chemical
signals from my nerves to my brain
increasingly penned by light
the choices of others and the very nature
of the universe
the child’s paint brush moves over the paper
the yellow circle becomes a sun
a black smudge cat plays with
the blue and yellow smudge children
the orange and purple smear is not a house
the children live in a giant pumpkin
and because it’s carved with a face
it’s Halloween again in January
repositories of sensations and mistake
these bodies carry the imagination for a short time
everything is error agreed upon
made invisible by acceptance
at the hour of greatest uncertainty
measuring by certainty is still
not your friend
pictures on the wall
break the frames
spread the paint around
with your small, bare hands
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