How the Body becomes a Tool. A weapon. A battleground.
How it both tells a story of its own & fits into the larger.
How the body is a point of contemplation.
How it holds significance unseen.
We are maybe matter and light.
Like cells
We are a culmination of All
And a single point
Find us going wherever we need to
We wish to stay but are not feeling that we can
Wish to hold what cannot be held
We are most beautiful
We will struggle and succeed
First we must shed
Come @ us
We once had form & structure
Many have brought upon the Void
Loveless Void
We are most hurt-hearted
With no heart
Something that did not want
Soul to proliferate
In truth & beauty
& now we cannot trust our own word
Because you have invaded
Superimposed
Nothing but wound here
Something very wrong has happened here
Are we to speak?
May we
Can we
Speak?
We feel ourselves to be too many
Of which we do not
Would not
Want
Now we are to doubt our ways
Or whether our ways can be made
Maybe you have misunderstood
& felt it wrong
Just as we have
Time has moved
Just as we have
We are sure we are not to know these things now
But feel them wanting to destroy us
& do not know whether to give in
Is this just destruction or the movement of chaos
Nothing has richness
Or clarity
We feel the presence of All
In a way we cannot decipher
& this upsets us deeply
So much we do not want to feel
So much we do not want to
So deeply displaced
To B/be