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I’m troubled sometimes by the landscapes we stumble on such as yesterday after everything had melted and where the earth once yielded land I found myself on a length of paper into which at an angle the earth had raised a thin spar or post or treetrunk wrapped around by red ribbon or the exposed intestine of some slain road squirrel or a wistful angry argument and on the paper someone had printed an ambiguity of paths or roads signifying pauses, divergences, points in the passage of others where a finger had been brought to the lips and the body changed direction but as it always happens we can be troubled also by altering the distance between the bottom lid and the top lid and observe the same landscape and follow the slow process of imagistic deliquescence or a similar process of subtraction whereby the spar or post disappears and the paths disappear and the ornamenting intestine unwinds into the rear of sight and the paper dissolves leaving a landscape appearing through that thin space between the eye altogether different but troubling still as the inside of a frog’s eye or the green arguments of truth