The hand
moves
the pencil
over the surface of
the page
before the appearance of
the line
is sensed by
the eye.
The line
becomes
a figure
to the mind.
To the heart?
A phantasm
that is
the word.
A phantasm
of desire—
the sentence—
in belief,
a figure.
This is my body.
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