The work is inscribed with text from Weston’s forthcoming book, Waiting (2022). The excerpt reproduced below is found on the object:

he is not well and all that matters is that
he is for well. Not ever well
Or maybe he is and I, in so believing
in a kind of breath that does not need breaking,
am not. I do think of him often. I am plagued for it.
For him and for others, for me and
no! Do not touch me. No, touch me, [gently].
I want to drench the earth
with my viscous soul
hung in air by wire fuses,
I want yours reflected
I want everything I know
I cannot have in abundance
because I know myself, I know myself this self
of the horizon line who cradles

"I am moored along the soft,
shored unity of impatient ruin"

against a gathered throat as distance induced by silence.

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