- Introspective
Where the sense
Of the everyday withdraws
To the inexperience of knowing you
Revaluating permanently
In lamination
As I see you
As you see me
Physicality becomes conquest
A stimulated apparition of anatomy
A mute exterior
Striving against.
- Faced With Being Lived
An excess of genre
Besieged by mania
Declared by provocations
Is fragile and desperate
To a recover a center
Where neither of us are between
Or concentric
But our own phantoms
Filling with our own torment
Under dying
Of absolute value
Taken in the brutality
And the powerlessness
Of being lived.
- Flinching
A rigid need for resemblance
A hazardous echo
Transforms into the blending
Of two referents.
Changing direction
Does not pursue
Or dictate
The chance of a natural logic.
It’s enough to be moving
Pulling off the shelves
The apparent sense
Of being caught in one’s own circle
Of being in consequence.
- Picture Frame
What the canvas gives
To the form
Is the anguish
And the heritage
Of weakness
Too great to facilitate
A crude strength
For the manner
Of movement.
The parts concealed
The parts constant
And lacking
Weary, or convinced
That dimension
Is a place
We can’t fully fit.
- Portrait
The controlled world of the face
On itself, invents a scale
To spin the imposing others
Into something restless
(like an expression)
who knows its fallible instincts
and hesitates.
at the moment of a photograph
when it’s given
something to be called by
like all other pictures
immediately regrets being
rendered from what is fundamentally invisible
to being named.
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