Slight Return
Coulsels Of Constance
Is perspective a spire, a strait, a place? -- to begin with what can be seen but not divided
Where will we measure surface and plane so tamely, watching marked men, escapees, and peasants in the snow? ? Finding, tilting, at a windmill. One move: feet and hands forward into schisms running backwards. Align: lead the charge forward into forces turning westward. In the snow, finding hidden places for the galliots,
awaiting an eager and pensive arrival of easels to paint a wiresonde and pout heresy -- to stumble feet and hands forward into schisms running backwards
From Letras Mania