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Complexion


The complexion, completely separate now
from the landscape
something torn anew

held to the light
the creature fixed, rotating there,
heard in the fast afternoon.

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The private mutiny, the shattered wilderness of your face
where the room was kept immaculate.

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The innards of a clam:
the tragic sum of the things kept outside.

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What passionate disarray we find,
when not fully looking in a given direction
but everywhere at once.

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The disorienting climax of when something is suddenly enough.

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The disorder of gratitude
What was it that I told you?

Everything is so much bigger than it really is?
Everything is so much heavier than it really is?
Everything is so much.


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The simple negation of most all things.
The complex prostration of most all things.

The fascination of everything else.

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words: Heather Hodges, currently: Buenos Aires (Pieces)
image: 'eggs' - Susan M. Gibb (Spinning / Hypercompendia)

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another complex landscape: evidence (#18)

 
   

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BluePrintReview - issue 23 - (dis)comfort zones
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