with the eyes

he learned chemistry
with his eyes
alone

mix this
with that
no
too much
no

.
.
.

interesting

let’s try it

the colours
never seen before

the shades and hues
all his
alone

the pottery
done once

bespoken

the series run
only
until the colours
are all gone

and chemistry
with the eyes
is a class
that must be
re-taken

~

Poem #595 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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