Once Life

Internal to the stillness,
a fruit, cut off the mold,
and blend, ink, pencil,
to make the canvas play with your eyes,
by asking sweetly, 
telling's less lies,
break meaning,
across the stitches,
buttons and their partners,
rabbit holes;

Whose famous picture
became moreso because of the others,
asked and commanded:
sell, but that's not motivation,
perhaps desire,
but don't be gross:
one hundred forty four mimesis street
is a bleak spot;

Stretch the imagination to its lakeside,
go to the deepest spot, hold your breath,
and consider your impulses
a result of your tensions
the effect of a focus of mind.

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