If only a portion of an object is visible, the rest must be imagined, and then an illusion of
depth is created as well as a feeling that going a little farther will reveal all.

All summer the morning glory clung
along the fence, then the railing, then the roof
of our balcony. One flower the first day;
two weeks later, thirty-five; then eighty. None
lasting more than a few hours.

How long did it take
for Mishima to draw the knife across
his intestines? That erotic triangle
bloodied, an art
he thought.

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