The pencil point is dull
Worn from years of sketches
Faded to grayscale
Black and white memories
Views of obscure shading
Achromatic twisted figures
No color or movement
Graphite on bristol
Deep in the fibers of pulp
Layers of a point
Once was sharp and fine
Detailing life gone by
Depth and contrast
Meaning and interpretation
An artist’s view
Tainted by critics
Peer further into the outline
Delineate the truth
How beautifully macabre
The depictions turn real
Shadow and dark entwine
Filtered light illuminates
The figures dance
And the page is turned
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