Can one touch it?
It is too big for touch.
In its opening, it closes.
A construct anchored
in fracture, one that
can be entered—
one that activates space
and saddles the observer
with names made nameless.
There is no getting
away from this—
limb by limb
it mutilates all
we do. Saying “I do”
to “I do”
begins the work of
understanding, but with hands
extended, where to take
hold, where to let go?
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