Speakers speak
panels opine
videos play
cameras flash
faces glow
with the light
of BlackBerry
buzz, little
candles in
the darkness,
heads bent
as in prayer.
In a corner
unnoticed
overwhelmed
by the video
screen looming
above him,
the artist draws
and colors and
traces what he
hears and senses,
the only truth
of what transpires.
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