Hide around corners.
Peek between fingers
at things of perverse horror.
The fascination of fear
grows roots in safe shoes.
Then, the corners are dared.
The fingers become open palms.
The face flushes in the full carnal view.
In broad day, fixations amble,
cloaked as casual wear.
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Art: La pétrification de la papesse, by Victor Brauner
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