Like a dress or gown kept together by the stitches,
hidden on the inside, tied up and cut off to veil
that the beauty of the cloth exists by the grace of this selvedge,
thus is our existence.
Just like a dress or gown, that which is withdrawn
from our eyes can be made visible with one simple move.
Somewhere in this unveiling, in beautiful tragedy, Art lurks.
It's her I seek.