As you said a painting
Distils things down in space
To just one moment
So we are left to imagine it
The moment before
And the moment after
As it is with sculpture
And the photographs
Of our memories
We must make them move
By walking around them
Getting closer and further away
To see the pieces of debris
Hacked out and left
In piles on the floor
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