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I look at the sinless. Archive requests reflection; pull a tome by lingering; creases in clothing are bridges to immolation. A stillness that harvests bushels of burning near objects that they might transform: stalagmite into saint, surface into symbol; changes camouflaged by the diseased appearance of the skin. Eye contact lends the moment purity: pure watching makes the hands clear (the hands fat with light).