Winter 2009
Fact-Simile
Painters’ Exhalations 434
after Hans Hoffman’s Nocturnal Splendor
The eye in constant mourning cannot imagine answers atop the unfolded page of night’s dramatic questions. The philosopher has not slept, not yet acquainted self with time’s many changing silhouettes, delineating moon’s hiding and grass’s rise into fully sharpened blades. His mind, mechanical, and the logic churning his isolation has caused many doors to stay ajar, though his body cannot explain its reputation for lying still.
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