Squirming in the
darkness of one’s cavernous pit, Mr. Clugg appears frantic at the sight of his
mere carved image. His fear of entrapment triggers dazzling bursts of light,
which are inviting yet treacherous; they hit the deer with no warning. She
gleams, but the man is never left blind.
Double-image and mirror-play;
he quells the volatility of his dazed demeanor. Meanings reverse and the world
he inhabits empties of all solidity. His awareness pours into the misshapen
chaos he incited by trespassing the gates of thirst.
Later, the chimeras
transform into disrupted fragments, escorting him into the gray zone amid
wonder, scrutiny, and invention. But the man, to elude the perilous fate of
such spells, resolves to remain forever frozen and exposed in the paralysis of her
luring drop shadow.