This subject-object in its ecology, in a world of semblables, with its complex tensions between any two; a push and a pull prompted by enigmatic hints and proving to be of no ultimate significance; invert and repeat. And then the thing that wants to be spoken, pain, tenderness, croce e delizia al cor, remains concealed except perhaps in dreams.
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