ELINOR PUSCHKAREVICH
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THE SEARCH

I make the universe of my geography slippery
I surf its ripples.
I submerge myself in a circle of mirror and algae
swirling like a veiled presence
that suddenly is absent.
A fragmentation makes my face multiply
in opaline flashes.
In a painless attempt,
I penetrate the fissure
while a wavy reflection
brings me back to the entire surface,
indivisible.