Is my desire my own?
Or is it another’s insignia?
Do I find it in the gap?
Opened by an imago?
Desire goes beyond demand
Demand prunes it of need
Desire is excavated shy of
The unconditional demand
Of presence
And absence
Demand evokes the want-to-be
In the three figures of nothing
Demand for love
Negates the Other’s being
The unspeakableness
Of what is not known in request
Aporia incarnate
Demand borrows its heavy soul
From the offshoots
Of the wounded tendency
Its subtle body from death
Desire asserts itself as absolute
To this object
That cannot be grasped
To the mirror
A specular image lends its clothes
Caught in the net of shadow
Its shadow-swelling volume—stolen
The tired lure of the shadow
As substance
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