by Suzán Jiván
No larger than the palm of a hand
after crossing the Atlantic
becoming blanched
by a blasted landscape
previously unimagined
in eyelet patterns
honed as unknowable
knowns of no one
supposedly broached
like patterns of stones
opulently set
without exception
into cultural gems
projected into absentia
while lending
works from the permanent
collection
always performance ready...
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