Feb. 19,1876
The triangle remains
closer to a geometric time
of your creation's shadow
my red eye turn to you
speaking to us
drawing near
in a negation's voicing light
as a guide
shading in the indivisible
of a clear line of a blade
resting over a pitying floor
in this museum's corner
with a sculptor's heavy arm
by your vibrant cut
by your vibrant cut
known as Brancusi's stone.
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