that ledge of shadows, silhoettes
between cognition and recognition.
Advent: Nothing
Under cover of the mirror, I will not be seen. Under cover of mirror, I will not see. but masks, masks
Stones, illusion, water, underneaths, the image and the hope, portrait and the portriture, the portrayed, the disunion, the skewing, the fabrication, the approximation, the fall, the impermutation.... I give it hold, pressure it wide, rattle it over, just to let it ride open, then surely, cuttingly, I see only water, and will I go deep or will I gather and gather?
Advent: the Beast in the Mask
Advent III: The Mirror and the Mask