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<\/strong><\/p>\nPainting by Lo Ch\u2019ing<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Gibraltar Not Gibraltar<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2013 after Lo Ch\u2019ing\u2019s painting, \u201cPost-Industrial Society Has Arrived\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Over the mountaintop pavilion, The sun casts vermilion and<\/p>\n neither of us would\u2019ve been correct Skyward, eternal, those Green is for life, so what You are parcel of land, white sky, Shall I scale the mountain, The deft lake reflects a thing Jan\u00e9e J. Baugher (USA)<\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Painting by Lo Ch\u2019ing\u00a0 Gibraltar Not Gibraltar \u2013 after Lo Ch\u2019ing\u2019s painting, \u201cPost-Industrial Society Has Arrived\u201d Over the mountaintop pavilion, under which I imagine you asleep, the crescent moon waxes. The sun casts vermilion and neither of us would\u2019ve been correct in supposing rising or falling. Skyward, eternal, those two orbs and true north.\u00a0 We […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6145,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6146"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6146"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6216,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6146\/revisions\/6216"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6145"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nunder which I imagine you asleep,
\nthe crescent moon waxes.<\/p>\n
\nin supposing rising<\/em> or falling<\/em>.<\/p>\n
\ntwo orbs and true north.\u00a0 We
\nmis-see what our minds upend.<\/p>\n
\nI look at and what I see is just
\ncrooked trunks of pine trees.<\/p>\n
\nthe blue lake reflecting high-rises
\nin which we, undivided, once lived.<\/p>\n
\nstep out under the sun, or slip
\ninto water to tempt you back?<\/p>\n
\nwhose proxy has more meaning
\nthan the thing itself.\u00a0 Who am I now?<\/p>\n