Retinal Rub Poem by Denis Mair

I am looking at a picture that has a peculiar texture…

So peculiar that it seems to brush the retinas of my eyes…

Both TACTILE and VISUAL: for me it's a new kind of synesthesia…

Moment by moment I make an investment to sense the picture's form...

But what am I investing? Do I invest my depth to know the picture's depth? ...

Or my mind is full of holes like swiss cheese, so I can align my holes with the depths in the picture...

Or maybe I am wrapping a chain of reasoning in black velvet, to keep in this inlaid box...

I have found there's a double meaning to 'falling into abstraction'...

By reaching beyond myself into the unknown, maybe I will meet myself coming home.