“The beautiful”, he wrote,
is not the veil
’tis not the veiled object either
“The beautiful”, he wrote,
is the object in its veil
like the layers of the sea
the placenta underwaters
the aura of a new beginning
and then
in the pages of a notebook
tightly interfolded like cotyledons
a suggested improvement on nature:
“The beautiful”, he dreamed,
would have the sound of this sea,
memory flowing, dreamscaping,
the becoming living through the light.
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