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Nov 302015
 

by Joshua Lindenbaum

 

Eyes awake from sleep to see a painting:

Torso one way, knees twisted the other

As if Body were in disagreement.

 

The way of the head is a mystery—

With the exception of its downward glance:

One may soon call this a paralyzed dance.

 

The bed is an improvised canvas. . .

Waking is the completion.