Rei Terada
Date
The silk-lined fruit's
bullet of fiberoptic insulate
just cracks its wax–
papyric skin. That dis-
placed insect wing the thing
comes wrapped in speaks
to the fan ofwood's
fondness for tangibles. Just what
the skeptic eye cannot believe:
the amber zero, packed
with substance as
the cryptic traveller's
chamber is loaded up
with oil for dark, wine for the boring ride.
Water and seed, commodities
implausible as Beatrice's star,
starch pith and sugar - images
as solute as the you
in you of what
metaphors are metaphors for,
things would be: the all–
walled cube,
the room completely filled,
the light-
less sphere that cannot
grow more gold.
