It’s normal,
our phenomenology-
the unwitting exchange
of being seen
with seeing.
 
You say it’s a journey
through our volumes
of buried letters–
correspondence layered
under the sheer mass
of day to day manners.
 
It’s normal,
another related period–
another circle.
It’s all communal degrees
you say
we want to attribute
this to the Architecture.
 
Donatella carried the eggs,
our history within them.

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