after the 14th-century Flemish

Form and form-giver, light and light-bearer,
mistaken for air, for light by the eye,
flies wingless, lighter than what it bears

Stored in the eye, makes sight substance,
guides the pen, the brush, thickens dimensions;
shorelines hinge on it, feathers aspire to it

Form and form-giver, translates the sun
a bauble turns it and turns in it
leaves coil in it, shine like coins in it

disappears and is lighter than disappearance

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