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27.vi.23
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losing oneself in a mirror of timber
ekphrastic for
Munakata Stukō’s 1945/1962 ‘Shell Kind’
all eyes to the side
mouth full to missing
you hold up one sky
that makes the box
you’re here to fit
hands become flowers
day grows in
rounds of a body
the air is full of
dreamt fish
come out of the
timber dancing
still less and less
to breathe
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