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I lose myself in 'View at Arles with Irises' 
and wonder how close I am to seeing Vincent 
standing in that field 
fighting the wind 
frustrated at never quite seeing pure expression 
in his head 
realized on canvas 
I would tell him I see it 
I know it as he does 
he looks pensively at the beauty he has created 
slowly raises his head 
and unseen in the portraits 
there comes a smile 
he sets the brush aside 
lights his pipe 
and begins to tell the story 
of the smoking skull