A string falls down for what seems like eternity
Hourglass, the act of falling tells time’s progress
Pendulum swings steady meter
I can peer at my feet to my reflection and my reflection to the sky
Through a tunnel I arrive at my solitude, alone
Two hands shadowed against a curtain of light
A ring of tiny moments sand pebbles into gesture
My eyes in the light
A string inches and creeps, tracing the inevitable, the rise and fall
I stand in the shade facing the rest, waiting
All five hold on all hold and all hang over
I reflect myself, a many limbed illusion
Hydrangeas dropped with color time and sun drying away
Undress myself to stay at the sky longer
The view of highways on my side
Catch me midfall
Myself, suspended sideways
Four limbs leaping
The legend of the person perched on the mountaintop
They took the world - this world - every paper, every thing we know and snipped it apart till it was just tiny pieces, indivisible, just its elementals. And from a pile below the world was bred anew, with possibilities it had always possessed but never considered
To be rained on by time, hand outstretched beyond the umbrella, droplets trickle between your fingers
Fall into a wall into your shadow
A continued rebuilding of the possible
Lay yourself on your lower selfs
Suspended by strings - can you pull away and fall without leaving the ground?
Lay it on your face/ bury yourself
Lay yourself again on top of yourself
Drops push into the water and erupt a circle around, reaching upward
The light from the window is warped, the glass drips downward
I fall
I reach suspension, wind in my face, my face in a fan
I throw you in the air
I suspend myself on the…
My arms outstretched, I walk the narrow line - a row behind me follows my lead
My hand has found the light
I dive in, fingers first, the last you see is my wiggling toes
I scale the telephone pole - imagining myself the midpoint connecting you to you, a teetering connection, distance muffles our communication
In my palms, safeguarded, there is a window I can sneak through
Jumping upside down
Our hair drifting downwards as our bodies are pulled up
Have you ever watched a basketball bounce while laying sideways, tricking your brain to see the vertical without the logic of gravity. absurdly diminishing rhythms. Why don’t we laugh at this more often?
Pigeons, one on each step, tombe pas de birds, tombe morte
On the stairs, each step, remembered
The spirit of the stairs, not forgetting
All these buildings full of elevators pointing towards the sky. In them, business folk in jet backs, heading to the moon and stars.
Imagine downtown, if the skyscrapers had no frames, the offices had no floors, the cubicles had no walls. Imagine you could see right through each building. Downtown, business folks, sitting suspended mid-air at staggering heights, far away from any earthworms, so high in the sky, slogging through their mundane mondays, doodle polls, and excels
A book pages itself open to its inner moments. If you could fall open into your random chapters, and let me read you.
Let it fall open again and again, thoughts transcribed into material objects that can be rifled through with our fingers
We go sledding in our tubs, down the stairs, gaining speed, our cheeks flying backwards
A new moment, delicate string all around my finger
Ask your vision to blur with a rapid shake of the head
On a swing, fly off
your nerves will follow, they are contained
Negative space
A precipice
In a void, it feels like stillness
Limbs floating towards where you came from
In an avalanche you can trust your own spit to fall downward
There are many ways to balance on the wires
Most ways i fear
How far can i lean over before nausea arrives
Many hands to my left, some to applaud, to push, to guide to catch my fall
Birds take me on your migration
My featherless wings outstretched
An upside down mountain of light, what does it take to step into the shadow
I am a mound, I am a mountain, I am a pile on piles of things piling on top of pillars of piles
The thickness of water, I climb amidst the resisting molecules
To be thrown in the air, like a child erupting in giggles
Our two sets of feet dangling together above whatever is below
I’m at the base of a ladder, I reach upward, I cannot see where the ascent will go
In the swimming pool, the reflection of the wall
Pitch black, my finger tentatively approaches the lightbulb
At 90 degrees we can make the corners that contain
Looking up at everyone looking down at you
Before the sunsets, our shadows stretch us along the earth, we can reach further right before we set
Could the helicopters wrap the dinosaurs and migrate them away from their doom
Duck and cover drills, we never prepare enough
School drills, we need to learn to flip, to leap, to soar to fly
Archways reflecting towards each other, one exists through touch and one only through sight
From the right vantage, we can see them in a pensive moment, or many moments layed along each other through time
Hang every bit of everything on a wall, each moment of each thing, photograph it, frame it, hang it on a wall, hang it on the other hangings on the wall, suspend it in time and space, so that it is not fleeting
In synchronicity, hold it up and hold yourself up to it, when you let go, let it be that of a high diver, using the height as space for their body to travel in a unique journey from here to there
The shows are just cutouts, the light casting a story on the fabric i laid out, wringing it out to squeeze the light out into a tie-dyed pattern
The trees organizes their leaves into patterns below, the leaves try to blanket themselves over the entire perimeter
Wind blows a few astray
Unlucky and lucky, depending
Balance scaffolding on my shoulders
A room built by boxes, incomplete
Unfold this paper, each facet, a foot, a wrist, elbows, knees, thighs
Fringe in the wind, tickling my face
In the fall, I drape a blanket on the tree, and they billow in the wind, catching the air
Large clumps of long lined figures
Found in a corner, light catches the colors, painting each wall and angle varied
Clean edges of ourselves, smooshed and blurred where we come in contact
Falling into one another, our own gravitational pulls
I melt into a chair, and slink down the edges, pouring myself like taffy into the ground
The billowing fabric i bundle and release into the wind, a parachute billowing in the clouds
In the middle of the rows and rows of nothing, something grows upward
Drapes
Draping over
Behind the curtain
Obscured by the thin veneer
Obscured by sunglasses, by hair hanging down over the face
Obscured by a hundred hundreds of yellow wings catching the sunlight and fluttering to kiss your nose
Diving through the sky, dreaming of swimming through the air
One leg, one arm, draped through a hole in the wall
Inhale and exhale through the palm to inflate the rest of it
Reflect what we can already see
Reflect what we would have never known was there, a secret hidden
Tuck yourself in, into your shirt, your shirt into your pants, your pants into your shoes
Your shadow waits at the surface, it’ll be there when you’re ready
Trace yourself to keep your balance
Dip your finger to your finger
Dip your chin to your chin
Drop your laundry down the chute, drop yourself down the chute and land on the piles of socks
Spine and hands curled a self implosion
Wrist swinging, a gentle explosion
Stretch your sleeve and lean, a challenge of suspension
Blow a bubble so big that it can encompass all of you
Float your chest to the sky
Float your collarbone to the sky
Float your nose to the sky
Float your chin upwards
Your throat, your knee
Your fingertip
Your sternum
Float yourself upwards, and forget to fall.
Forget gravity’s tug
Forget the tug of forces that we think are so constantly true, solid and permanent
Float upward
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