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Gazes and looks and scleras and blinks, sights of some psychology-realm lighthouse completed just in time. Stars emit into the insecure atmosphere, returning another instance of originatory feedback. Kudzu on a telephone pole. Breeze. Quotation. Lackluster dreamscape by proxy. In and up again, at a rate at which Cosmos never crystallizes. Standstill raked blemish and this same bucket that once contained Lily of the valley bouquets which blossomed earlier than ever before, got sold to our entire neighborhood of kindhearted doctors and social science teachers and stay-at-home aquarium-fiend dads in every house on every street. The distinct smell of snow balls and tadpoles. We can nearly see our hearts reflected on the breeze-worn panels enveloping the lights. The waves slow down, their crests forgive some overlooked replicant crater. Our house with our four-leaf clover lawn with our names embroidered on affordable garden furniture cushions. I can almost forget the epileptic visions of dragonflies brushing up against uncovered knees. All wild in the meadows. The tones shift as we take the scenic route. Beachscape silhouette deli-slices open petroglyph palms and we each grab handfuls of ripe plums or cloudberries. Reciprocal handshakes with the ocean view forking path branches. The ship turns miniature anew as we’re growing well into our solitude and mixed feelings about the lamps still in their packaging. Alex to the left; breadcrumbs on a handed-down once sky-blue dress. C.F. to the right; tracing the ship with butterfly quotes as it vanishes into a sandwich made out of sky and sea. I’ve found a way to reposition my wrist on the varnished piano stool that was once always there by the window in the reception hall. Remembering someone giving a speech about swans and x-rays and love at this very same spot. I instinctively shift into a pose I’ve known from a painting I can’t recall, perhaps this time to mask the pearlescent ribbon which entangled when we all watched Cosmos pass away in between two distinct slices of atmospheric bread. Unmistakable footsteps in the twelve-step spiral staircase. Our hearts as heavy as ever. We tick and cup and stick our tears onto the sizable curtains. All opens up toward skeleton-weather exteriors where a light worm emits the faintest of standby-mode multicharger LED glow., 2021/2023

Oxidized (using a mix of halite, ammonia, spirit vinegar, and liquidized bluebottle fly [Calliphoridae lucilia] antennae) copper nails, disentangling anxiety cycle, artwork caption
10 × 10 × 5.5 cm
Photo: Jhoeko

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