the rules of commerce

can you feel the air
as it leaves the room
the warm surprise
of nothing

i am falling
sometimes
across horizons
that line up
in rows
i can’t tell which way they go

i can feel the breath, though
and the weight of your satisfaction
it is like death
like mirrors
and tragedies

waking within a dream
i see my shadow
it stretches further than before
no longer anchored by the sun
by the light

the shadow has escaped
taking the darkness with it
but i am almost there
i have almost reached you
my self
my 25th hour

elysium’s gates open
like marble thighs
and everything else closes
there is no longer an outside
everything is within
and nothing is without

freis

Wolfgang Tillmans: Freischwimmer 83, 2005
Source: www.tillmans.co.uk

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