Another Portrait

I sculpt a meticulous blur
nothing solid, definitive

with acid
a body paint portrait
taller than myself

you seem convinced:
-nothing that’s perfect is permanent-
but then my dear,

nor are we

one day you’ll look up
unexpectant
noticing my name

 

Dated ~ May 1997


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transience Scribligraphy representation legacy impermanence English artistic process ambiguity

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