6h Pencils
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Hard etched lines
Sketched cruelly by a clan
of reckless hands
Caring about each cut millimeter
tearing through the fleshy layers
of pressed pulp page
and the work of art under the
6h pencils razor lead blades
Threatening to tear the page with each
Jagged
Irregular line

Reclaimed page
Futile to think the scribbles
Could ever be removed
The true picture revealed
Happy endings
Are meant to be believed in
Even for what looks like a
Piece of paper that could be tossed
crumpled
into the garbage can

No different than the thousands of other pages
lost under similar circumstance

No different until it is picked up
By the wind
By hands
But most of all the submission of self
To not resist the reclaiming process
To not tear
As each unkind imprint in alleviated
Understood
Erased
And integrated into the picture
That had been obscured underneath
It is now uncovered

Richer in shading
Deeper in layers
Dimensions that defy the eye
No mind conceived this art
The imperfections integrated into the picture
Seamlessly
So naturally
You’d never know
As it is carefully placed into
A complimentary matte
A protected now behind glass
In a place of honor on the wall
That this masterpiece
Hung beside other classic pieces of art
Throughout the ages
Was intended by cruel grown up children
For nothing more
Than violent scribbles
And the refuse bin