taking a close look at
the work of Seurat
sunday afternoon
on the island of la grande jatte
it suffers from close scrutiny
splintered specks of thoughts in flight
diffusing shards of sad humanity
on the crippled canvas of my sight
illuminated reason
spun from the sun
the shades of the season
all blur into one
blank stares of deep longing
for the spark of life
ignoring their souls
of a thousand points of light
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