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Does the Point Vanish? Or do We?
In poetry there is no vanishing point
No lines converging in flat distances
Upon a gessoed plane of pleynt and paint
Skillfully rendered for the imagination
In poetry lines flow as languid streams
Or sometimes storm the soul as wilding floods
For seldom do they pause and build a pose
Because lines are imagination
No
Lines converge in flat dis
Tances because in
Poetry there
Is no van
Ishing
.
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