With eyes open, she attends, blind.

self-portrait with the making of history, 2015

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There sat down, once, a thing on Henry’s heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good [...]

[...] with open eyes, he attends, blind.
All the bells say: too late.  This is not for tears;
thinking.

- an excerpt from John Berryman's Dream Song 29