burning a paper plate - towards a new art arderea unei farfurii de carton - către o nouă artă bír káát tabaknîñ ğakmasî - ğañî bír sanatka dogrî
ACT FIVE Unnerved, in act five I ignore you, my plate so out of control last time we met. I wait, what seems an eternity, two weeks maybe, do other things, burn more plates, but at last I’m drawn back, look, and am aghast. In the interim, all has settled. You’re vibrant still, but with a harmony that astonishes me. I bow down, to you and to nature who, with my back turned, settled you. I tinker a bit, but that’s it.
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