where you can see the traces of two absolutely distinct artists
inside the work of the other, and a whole greater emerges,
Dali bringing poetry to Disney, Disney bringing America.
The one enters the other, like a mountain coming out of herself.
The woman walking out of the mountain, humming like a daydream,
stopping before the triple-sided piercing monument to time and ego,
shedding a quick tear before taking it into the nothingness of her heart
and then rising up through the shadow dress of the ringing bell...