*In response to Francesca Mollet’s ‘Spokes’ (2023)*
I step into the painting of the tunnel.
I am not even surprised that I can do this.
The windows unspool, the sprockets turn
and the white sky settles above my head.
Are you seeing this? The way the rim
vignettes into nothingness, the way
we could walk for weeks
and still not reach the sea?
I am reminded that nothing is
that was not spun –
and so we stand still
as the axle of this world
rolls around
about us.
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