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A deep blue circle.

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Completion of form,

stability of the center

—only an impression within the image frame.

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This work does not operate through structure.

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Blue particles, coarse enough to be measured,

accumulate—

yet the edge collapses,

refusing to close.

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Form is already

unsettled from within.

 

In the white cube,

a vast deep ultramarine

under bright light

radiates a mad blue.

 

The floor loses its depth,

or rather—

appears to rise,

as if suspended in zero gravity.

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On the white wall,

low-hung remnants—

bones, branches—

 

having lost direction, time, surface,

belong nowhere.

 

They do not explain.

They disturb.

 

Between where one stands

and how one sees,

minute fractures emerge.

 

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An irreversible stimulation of the senses

moves toward perception before recognition,

and asks:

 

what was it that you saw?

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Before this vast blue,

what is happening,

and how—

may remain unseen.

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For this is not an event,

but the persistence

of what remains.

 

Even the faint smell.