“What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.” – Max Beckmann
the real is hard
to move past
she is always
present waiting
for our scurry
from time
to time
to subside
so she may
manifest
like a glint
of light
off a sliver
of glass
a flash
of coincidence
of the angle
of your head
and the time
in our day
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