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The painting too can be seen
as an excavation, a
delving into
our common earth, which,
if it is to be understood as unitary
is also
infinitely various,
everything that ever was
or will be -
and here we are,
mapping it.
Oh the absurdity! but also
the beauty -
for what we are mapping
is what we are.
We are of the stuff of that
infinitely various
earth, or rather it
is of our stuff -
vertical, horizontal, diagonal
red, yellow, blue.

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