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Perceptipatient

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He is always watching.

I watch him watching everyone.

I’m sure he knows I’m watching him.

He’s very clever.

His face, a mask, hides all

and only shows politeness.

He hides his thoughts so well.

He’s a sphynx I can’t decipher.

Did Buddha watch the world this way

and hide, revealing nothing?

Does he sit in judgement

or does he make internal notes

to populate a novel?

No words are new.

They’re only reinvented.

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He looks at me and looks away.

I think he thinks I’m writing,

but I’m silent, drawing him

for a future painting.

I will mix my colours well.

He’ll be quietly captured.

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When I carefully draw his eyes,

and flesh his mouth with pigments

I see he is contented.

He’s enjoying thinking.

© A.Chakir 2023