Aiming at referring to love if love is
a kind of motion Mara to dissolve
the very idea of a clear view Mine me
in surfaces From the bottom
of the picture Any substitute
for experience is meagerly my attempt
at Affection so violently
thwarted The surface of between
histories An anatomy
This sealed body Sacred
Hidden Was never enough to
determine each kind of being Observing
the hidden side of its own image When
pressed against a uniform unadorned
background A screaming
underpainting
lilting Skeletal geometries