EPILOGUE
for Ilya and Emilia Kabakov
the emperor of the Installation is gone;
gone, mimics the chorus
defecting swiftly to the other side again
depending on who will win
but we are far from that now
searching every rooftop
dream by dream
for his disappearance
his widow weeping into every corner
of the displaced installation
that has taken wing
God help the Empress.
what is geography anyway
geographies
when we were visionary in our time
outside of time and history
shoring up the dreamlike never stationary
installation, installations
forever yearning for the angels to arrive
and meanwhile, erstwhile
forever amenable to every fairytale
whispered from the baseboards UP
escape velocity achieved
the colours blurring only slightly
through our tears.
mary angela douglas 15 july 2023
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