Sometimes wonder where my elbow is –
If I cannot lick it, is it present?
Teeter two senses on the same precipice
Just as The Grasshopper holds, in accordance,
two visions
two visions concomitantly occurring,
prey and predator, lying down together
:patterned stiletto landscape
perforated crumblings of earth, dirt:
A parallax, clearing a space for fusion,
as well as diplopia
A perspective shift of necessary tension
Horizon as threshold,
– not a line
– certainly not a boundary
A place of configuration and continuation
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