Arte, my hand is in Madrid,
a rebellion calls for notations
in the low constellation of the air.
The windows are a portal
for performers, a window on the whole day.
And all four directions,
variations of a self-portrait.
I dream of the air that explodes into grace.
A definition of birds shapes the shards.
6/29/1983
San Francisco Museum of Modern Art
added 10/16 really odd bit
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