The Canvas That Watches Back

(How paintings cross dimensions)

When you gaze into a painted scene,  

Where flamingos strut or bears convene,  

Beyond the brush, beyond the hue,  

A mirrored canvas stares at you.

In realms where pigments pulse and breathe,  

Where velvet suits and basslines seethe,  

The figures pause mid-mythic play,  

To glimpse your world in oil and clay.

Their eyes, once fixed on distant skies,  

Now scan your stance with quiet surprise.  

A man in plaid, a curious face

Hung in their hall, in gilded space.

You peer through glass, they peer through glaze,  

Two portraits locked in mutual gaze.  

Each stroke a portal, each frame a gate,  

Where watchers watch and contemplate.

So tread with care through painted lands,  

For every brushstroke understands:  

The art you view, with awe and thrill,  

May view you too—so soft, so still.

Picture this scene of Maharaja Miku and Pink Flamingo wall art in different dimensions.

These 2 variants exist in the 11th and 12th dimensions respectively.

This is inspired by Miku's photo, plus my uncle who used to babysit for my mum and tell us monsters would come out of the painting on the sitting room wall at midnight. 

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