Dead to the world,
No more than a ghost,
A smudge of black
On a coloured page,
A blank in the detail,
A blur in the vision,
A blind spot
Forgotten in sudden rage.
And yet more vivid,
livelier, fiercer,
than the page
on which it lays,
a hidden beauty,
a roaring wildfire,
Invisible under
Defensive greys.
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