Marcel Duchamp. Oil on Canvas. 1912.
Her angled form
sweeps
in off-white
processions
that secure each
tread to
her motion-heavy body.
The tender
reflexes of her
bare skin
do not carry;
she has been sharpened
for eternity,
a wave of flesh
sighing impatiently,
ignited by
flames of grays and beige
that turn back
through this falling hour
and climb each
wooden step.
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