![]() What doesn’t belong with you won’t be seen. You exhaust yourself looking into the blue light. You begin to move around in search of the steps it will take before you are thrown back into your own body, back into your own need to be found. In the darkened moment a body given blue light, a flashlight, enters with levity, with or without assumptions, doubts, with desire, the beating heart, disappointment, with desires. ![]() To know what you’ll sound like is worth noting. Occasionally it is interesting to think about the outburst if you would just cry out. What will be needed, what goes unfelt, unsaid - what has been duplicated, redacted here, redacted there, altered to hide or disguise - words encoding the bodies they cover. A pulse in a neck, the shiftiness of the hands, an unconscious blink, the conversations you have with your eyes translate everything and nothing. ![]() ![]() Words work as release - well-oiled doors opening and closing between intention, gesture. ![]()
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