Marceau
His body makes angles
obtuse and acute
suggesting walls here
and doors there.
He pinches at fireflies that give off no light
and chases them
down
flattened
stairs. Read the rest of this entry »
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Marceau
His body makes angles
obtuse and acute
suggesting walls here
and doors there.
He pinches at fireflies that give off no light
and chases them
down
flattened
stairs. Read the rest of this entry »