Friday, January 17, 2014

#249 The Marches of Summer



Cubes float. There are
parts of several torsos
piled one upon another
so they do not float
away. It is daytime.
The light comes from
inside the room. The
sky is / not the sky. Do

the clouds pass through
the cubes or vice versa?
No depth. Some trompe-
l'œil
. Much grammar but
overall ungrammatical . . .
& the war inevitable.


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