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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Adele Kenny

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What You See

(After John Everett Millais's The Somnambulist)

Always the time other than now—she's deep into being and not (a kind of detached waiting). Balanced inside the shaping edge, she knows more than she needed to know—the loss after each loss that doesn't go away. It's come to this: everything measured by watershed moments. Before. After.

In twilight's ribbed light (like a painting's textured finish), the distance is twilled with gray, the sagging sky reordered. Her candle sputters in its last bit of tallow. No moon. No stars. She walks deeper into what may or may not be a dream—a deeper mirror, herself inside it.