The Signal Constantin Brancusi 1929
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it's about what lays atop
the ability to rest there
despite a foundation's flaws
we're all salvaged from something...
bearing nicks, dents -
a forever reaching hand
grasping empty
space
click, a landing
empty handed
from tandem expectations
nevertheless, bearings are
found/lost
and there we lay
able to hear until it's dampened
'I sense'
the cool curve of an embrace
modelled upon the organic
you could thread it all together
but misalignment...
does it always matter?
when it is not a leaf
not a stalk
nor an aerial
this is not a tool
it is a signal for not anything you think
so I won't translate or read into it
I will discover questions without answers
settle on not knowing
things occupy spaces
some things interrupt spaces
space gets interrupted
we just need to carry on looking
but not think too hard
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