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Sunday, April 11, 2010

BEFUDDLED BY FORM

sure it's the line of her back sweeping in before it swept out ... or the skin from the inside of her elbow to the palm if you're looking for purity without a blemish ... no she's looking up her eyes are wide but she's smiling ... no no one knee is bent the other straight one hand on her hip the other outstretching but down limp ... but any of this is so only if you're too narrow ... vision-minded ... I tell you it's her voice no matter at the time who's singing ... or the scent of roses or the taste of salt ... but now I trump you all because it is all all the above ... but I'll tell you something in your passion you haven't considered ... each of these is a step back and to the side ... the line the color the taste the smoothness and sweet smell they're only traces ... you thought they were the thing the soul's marrow and the mind's delight but they're not ... she is ... you think you're almost there about to see her face ... her face ... if only in profile ... but you're going away ... fossil-hunting ... away from the scene of your crime ... for these are forms as you thought but subsidiary ... she's the one ... she's the true substance

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