One hour at the libraryOne time brushing teeth before the mirrorOne page of one bookA fruit fly’s brief life“A blade of grass /A grain of sand /A moonlit sea /I’ll hold your hand”One moment of eye contactSingular fragments of incarnationKnowable to any personSplit from their contextsDescribed with one referenceOne long row of booksOne reclining womanOne […]
Tag: embodiment
Nears the Corporeal Sound…
[…] The platonic set of loaded silences – /// The charm is packed & ready, erupting, on the dot […]
Lost in Mist 