trans

he turned his eyes away
then let them return

he could see no difference
no change

from image in his mind
to writing on the page
he had lost
the sense of it

groups of lines
side-by-side
one
on top of the other
without meaning

perhaps

he wondered

perhaps
he might move them
around
treat them
like a puzzle

this block
over to there

that block above

below

move them around
move them around
desperately
move them

until he could read
the tale

until it made sense

until it was the image
that he saw
inside his mind
before he took up
his pen
to write


© Frank Prem, 2017

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