Self-Portrait With An Armless Man: Apocalypse Scene II

the recoil—as when waves demanded extra room—a fjord, the ocean's razor-sharp incursion into the earth—can reshaping artifice occur unnoticed—what now—elevated, a temporary amphitheatre—ontology demands concrete, feather, and gondola be charred—if not, sink behind the absence of mountains—the horizon as subconscious slideshow—a microscopic inspection of trumpets—hallucination spurred by allergic reaction to pomegranates—Dresden as embers—a face fading from sight—the right answer—Camus: a void must have color—back to the basics—sunrise or sunset—does it matter which—