No.45 • Worlds Meet, Time Passes Issue

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Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé


The Eleventh Hour


“Which stepping stone am I now on?” The months have turned, geometric years into forgotten emotion. A wafting oleander. An arc of light like velvet. Hans Arp has redotted his i-picture with a cleat, an epistolary and erasure. A new candle, white wax. More light flooding the room, tumbling threads like Russian thistle. Books. Fresco. Ballad and echo. Two farmhouse chairs. A breakfast nook and tray. The Aegean Sea in acrylic. Tapestry. “I’ve forgotten how to love beyond these four walls,” Georgia slides her index finger down a corner. “One day, they’ll recede. And in their vanishing, I’ll learn to remember.”




Unit Square of Gleizes

The next square is a lonelier night, muffled confession. Spit mixed in with ylang ylang, oil blessed in a vial. The next square, five fingers like epagomenal days for the Parsis, each lunisolar chart another trace. Square peg of this old town, belt buckle, his strong jaw unshaven. Of his chest and how it felt before he left for Montana. Square as the stave church. In the folk museum, ash-covered timber. Are the lines continuous, specified by design? Do they lie inside the mosaic ring? Square the diagonals for Albert Gleizes seated. By the bathers, entangled legs as planar an area.



















No.45 • Worlds Meet, Time Passes Issue
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