There's A Wall On Which To Draw A Hand Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

a face the eyes but not the sight
future features quiver in the strokes 'but' 'and'
a sightful 'or' will bite the lips of plight

quess 'maybe' will laugh across the colours
if you're brave enough to layer any
and sometimes will cheat on a line allures
dipped in too much drawn for too many
faces and eyes but never for the sight
shading the hues towards the light

because at one point a gene forgets it all
taken too much in that he paints the wall