portraits, like old friends,
line the walls, this one an
old familiar, the strokes
bringing the curl of his lip
to life
as if
he might speak
at any moment
the ancient hues, the light
and dark mixes, almost
photographic, their words,
unspoken,
hang heavy in the air, paragraphs
untold, furling out in
your future dreams
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