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Invisible Art

I have an invisible brush
I have an invisible thought
I give you thin air with a hint of despair
I’m giving you nothing and nought



That was invisible verse
A stanza I never began
It might have been rhyme, it might have been mime
But it’s something I won’t let you scan



Those were four lines to excite you
Something you must have enjoyed
You sensed the bravura of every caesura
That made it invisible void



There’s a space in my head to absorb you
Where you’ll wander and wonder ad lib
If you feel wayward, pop down to the Hayward
And spot my invisible nib



Fill in the
                                  that passed
                  gaps                  elapse


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Invisible Art

An exhibition at the Hayward celebrates the non-existent and the invisible.

19 June 2012


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