Because of his longing for something gone across the sea
a phantom seems to rule the rooms,
and the grace of statues shaped in beauty
comes to be an object of hate for the man.
In the absence of eyes all Aphrodite is vacant, gone.
“I suffer from a frightful illness of the mind, lightmindedness. It’s not catching. You needn’t shrink.”
Donald Barthelme | “See the Moon?”
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