R Tists

To frame is a post-paint
process, where the drying
is not crying, it's really
not.

Glass and glasses
plastic the edges
of a real day
which cannot believe
it already dawned.

A crowd of artists
is a cackle of barbs
a shoestring of spears
and a granary
without a view
on grain.

Pain is looking for its
t to cross
its eye to stipple
its arc to call
a true representation
of that plural thing
some call real i t.

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