All drawings untitled 2004
THOUGH IT BE
that
the Abyss
blanched
spread
furious
beneath an incline
desperately plane
on a wing
its own
fallen back in advance from being unable to dress its flight
and covering the spurtings
cutting off the surges
most inwardly sums up
the shadow buried in the deeps by this alternate sail
to the point of adapting
to the wingspan
its gaping maw like the shell
of a ship
listing to starboard or larboard
Stephane Mallarme
