A poem: The Unexpected gallery

A poem Todays experience: The Unexpected gallery

The unexpected Gallery

The curiosity is turned on,
Without faltering step,
I stride.
admire on entry.
A visual vacuum before me
in… connected

what is before me
HIV positive,
printed on fabric,
shouting loud.
yes my conscious
like a 1985 ventilate

The eyes they talk to me.
In a corridor of black
printed words confuses

A great pretender
by a real intender

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