your work always makes me feel like I'm looking through a kaliediscope, I love that feeling.Constant flowing & changing onto itself, beautiful.
Let her hold this happiness Let her heart be brilliant shatter something stronger than glass redeem itself in its golden bloom, Let her remember its shape its weight inside the chest its primordial disguise Just in case she is forced to abandon its mission shut out its eager shudder in order to hear, force herself to listen to the sounds on the other side of the door scents mixed in like flour In case she must return it to its ordinary seat in the body prepare it again for a long sleep Become once more adept or clumsy with words to abide by rules of thumb and token gestures the essentials, the rude lines Resurrect it in its role as muscle, hourglass, tambourine, that strange, elaborate gourd |
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