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So the moment :

you

like any Cro-Magnon throwing his

femur into the air in 2001: A Space Odyssey

as the brass chords of ‘Thus Spake Zarathustra’

ta-da-dah!... upwards and

up comes the citation, the golden eyebrow :

‘And I quote’.

That raised eyebrow questions the horizon.

There it is : the moment you wait for, hope for, cheer for.

The eye is nothing compared to the eyebrow.

You’ll see, it will get smaller and smaller

that eye up there in the blue yonder

eyebrows singed to nothing.

But the citation begins, here

at the horizon, eyebrow on its face.

(Well, where else would you expect an eyebrow?

Except perhaps you’d expect

the citation mark to be standing

like a sentence, a pronouncement.

Well, but the sun, the horizon, the earth.

You are prone too, to watch.)

It says of the day, the earth, ‘And I quote’.

And what follows is of course

the citation, the day, the earth,

the living of it.

At the other side of earth

in the course of things comes ‘End of quote’.

A golden fauve-red eyebrow

sinks from sight. But that’s beyond our reaches.

We’re a sunrise people.

Here we only start to speak.

And that’s the story

of when sight is cited.