DE SCHILDER

Poem By Roland Jooris

Hij schrijft in stippels, in vlekken.
Hij krabbelt wat hij ziet.
Hij negeert de stugheid
in zijn arm
niet.

Hij maait het geruis
evenwijdig
kort.

Hij trekt het onzichtbare
tegemoet
de blind gekalkte
klaarte
in zijn weerkaatsend
blikveld.

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