THE UNSEEN

A calendar of dates
A coloured varied greeting
each one unique, each one of a kind
each handpicked and drawn
in the fleeting seconds of a story
now lying in dreamland, stillborn
A blank parchment now awaits
on an empty canvas stretched
A new page expecting ink
on a blinking, bright, white screen
Etch it with an invisible pen
with work that is, not has been
Labour on, swirling hand
with a brush of phantom paint
Unseen murals and unseen lines
shall shade the graded salutations
The record of diurnal chronology
unseen by fate's hesitation

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