I carve landscapes out of books
and I paint romantic landscapes
Mountains of disused knowledge
return to what they really are
mountains
they erode a bit more and they become hills
Then they flatten and become fields
where apparently nothing is happening
Piles of obsolete encyclopedias return to that
which does not need to say anything
that which simply is
Fogs and clouds erase everything we know
which is everything we think we are.
(2015)
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