Close your critical eye;
Listen and use every other faculty.
Disregard the illusion of progress,
Of individuality parading in succession,
As if Duchamp's nude was in fact
descending into our space.
Consider though that
Maybe she might just join us,
Take a walk,
An extended hike if we ask.
But where would we come
to rest ?
Even Alan Bennett has
no armchair.
Perhaps our perambulations
could take a turn
around the drum and return
to the space within,
Each of us cramming ourself in,
And altering the original image.
And maybe a diversionary visit
to a boutique could be navigated
en route, the bride redressed,
Returning from the other side
of the large glass.
We would make a nice group.
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