~ after Remedios Varo (1955)
Within each time, the contemplation
of time. Devices for its calibration
and measure, the recognition of how
it holds up the sky in whatever quadrant
we might reside. See how many points of
existence want to push through the membrane
of this life. All the actors gathered here,
garbed in their own choice of armor,
must hear that electric humming in
the atmosphere. Strings of tin-can stars
waterfall in the room. How thin the border
between states: outside and in, love and labor,
quiet and clamor. The world is no longer
beginning to change. It has changed.
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