Archive for April 23, 2012

Droste tin

I watch the lighthouse watch me watch
and think of “Droste cacao” tins
on which a woman stands, a nurse,
she has a tray in both her hands
on which the same tin can be seen.

The nurse who’s carrying the tin
returns infinitely it seems.
She’s disappearing in what can’t
be seen by eye but is still there,
for ever doomed in her repeat.

I watch the lighthouse watch me watch
and think of “Droste cacao” tins
on which a woman stands, a nurse.

Now who started this?

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