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The
shadow
Translated
by Rachel
Rothenberg | from Intradoxos
your eye is bitable glass
and the improbable dorsum
whispered in the air
burnt by silver salts
born of the first dream
does not begin or end
codified in objects
nothing yet existed to
connect things
neither forms nor colors
siemens
designs for life
your leftover shadow
lifting the whole world |
