Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    Sleep-pieces, wedges
driven into nowhere:
we remain constant,
steered round,
the star
concurs.


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