Lost in a dream
No one wants to remember
Like writing never read
Or flowers never seen.

A ghostly face
Its lips and jaw
Contorting
In a slow
Soundless
Fragile image
That never comes
Into focus.

The artist may ask;
Does too much light
Flatten
Wash out
Bore or discolor,
And in general
Make an eye sore?

A man may ask;
Why has he tried
For so long
To be so little,
All the while
Thinking himself
To be so much?