The Subtle Art of Representation
There is no critical mass for ambiguity.
At this time, we are a little aside of ourselves
so we must constantly check our watches,
The sublimity of yet more obscurity,
more inexplicable poetry
presses,
drives us
to paste a nearby reality
upon ghost-paper once more.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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