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Self-Portrait as the Hinge Within the Fable
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9 Self-Portrait as the Hinge Within the Fable Imagine—in front of us—they silently pass. And they believe unrelated objects are organs to recognize the human. And, again, we are no longer interruptions. Imagine—in front of us—the beginning is not a study. And they believe the cicada’s larva reveals narrow secrets. And we accompany: to form, to shape. Imagine—in front of us—a beautiful garden. And they believe color is the shoreline’s end where we abandon our too sudden bodies. And, here, we are carriers of different significance. Imagine—in front of us—each word devolves a lexicon. And they believe shape shuts on a hinge within the voice they fable. And, here, we slaughter the spring lambs. Imagine—in front of us—they pass us between nature, between history. And they believe the door alters the frame’s flow. And we are a dark summer moving against oceans. Imagine starlings circling in a postcard’s blue. And they believe oration is the living thing, the end of geometric space. And here, in full sunlight, we are gifts hoisted to the vanishing point. ...