This
I
imagine. I
was
in
Istanbul
two
weeks
ago.
I
walked
into
the
Hagia
Sophia,
a
building
that
was
once
a
church;
then
a
mosque;
and
now
a
museum.
I
looked
up
at
the
dome.
Five
performers
stood
in
the
shape
of
a
dome.
The
dome
began
to
move.
Its
feet
stepped
out.
Its
legs
curved.
One
of
its
hands
shook.
It
bent
over.
I
could
not
keep
it
whole.
It
splintered
and
moved
out
into
the
surrounding
light.
I
held
on
to
some
parts.
I
lost
others.
The
dome
expanded.
I
looked
down
at
the
ground.
I
looked
up
again.
I
felt
nauseated.
I
could
not
hold
the
entire
space.
When
I
looked
up
I
felt
as
if
I
was
diving
downward.
I
left
the
building
with
the
dome
in
the
eyes
of
my
hands,
feet,
and
legs.
The
dome
continued
its
dance
holding
my
glance.
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