Eskendale [2021-06-10 17:21:05 +0000 UTC]
There is a longing to see what she looks like underneath, but the unimaginable is still imagined at a beautiful angle of water upon the woman. The center, paused like a video, is full of radiating meaning: she is pausing the lines of the water and causing us to seek a movement that is clean and pure. Without her in the middle, we have an emptiness. We long to find something we have yet to see, and if we had seen it before we would call it beautiful, if underrepresented. Now, I call for my eyes to tell me if they are scarred after seeing her in black and white, causing me to loose beauty after art, a darkness after light, in a pause of conflicting emotions at angles of light and strewn lines of darkness. I wish to see her naked, but I cannot. I know that she is beautiful in three pieces of black and white, being in the center, and being modest. I think she is beautiful in a imagined sense and also in an unimaginable construct. Since I fail to name what she is, I use angles and strewn lines which is a combination of purpose and randomness. Like a video she is paused, and we are caught in a web of anticipation for the spider to move and devour us whole without losing sight of her own beauty, which is to not love, but move not.
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