Untitled (where each new sunrise promises only the continuation of yesterday).
Untitled (where the wind carries from afar all but that for which one has yearned).
Untitled (where transcendence appears as a drone sent from afar by men with thick torsos).
Untitled (where too much significance is attached to the debris of a single airplane).
Untitled (where angry men search through the wreckage of a plane for the pieces of a pilot).
Untitled (where one is hunted in direct proportion to one's remoteness).
Untitled (where the value of life contracts as the value of territory expands).
Untitled (where one still walks tall, but feels with each step the onset of a stagger).
Untitled (where one scans the horizon with eyes that can no longer focus in the distance).
Untitled (where one waves one's stick toward the idea of an object).
Untitled (where one only sees one's object when its presence blocks all view of the horizon).
Untitled (where one tires of the same sentence expressed in its endless variations).
Untitled (where one exhausts oneself with the same idea said a thousand different ways).
Untitled (where one aims words at the sky only to immediately kick through their debris).
Untitled (where the horizon feels like walls that are slowly collapsing toward one).
Untitled (where the daily repetition of one's motions defeats even the idea of escape).
Untitled (where one believes in a silence that one cannot help but articulate).
Untitled (where one lives for the poetry for which there is no longer a vocabulary).
Untitled (where one tries to imagine the last words ever said).
Untitled (where truth reveals itself in its seeming disfigurement).
Untitled (where hiding places are many, escape only one).
2009
Recycled corrugated cardboard
76' x 6.5' x 3"
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