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from The Constraints of Architecture by ADAM CLAY
Can't see the field for the easel. Sometimes the easel
Is a mirror and you're fixing your hair. Sometimes this eddy
Of air carries the canvas into the woods, the tongue of a bear
In your pocket. Chasing it, you stop and think…
