The Chance
only, mind's intention,
eyes' sight, hands holding-
broken to echoes, these
Senses recreate
their definition. I hear
the mind close.
THE CHANCE
For whatever, it could
be done, simply
remove it, cut the
offending member. Once
in a photograph by
Frederick Sommer a leg
lay on what was apparently
black velvet cut
from its attachment
to the rest, the foot
showing the incised
wound whereof
the beauty
of all
reasons.
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