my fingers, crawling forward out of the hand like melty worms show me where to put them I come with
shyness and shame freezes me. this place that made me feel so strongly connected and wondrous is now an open
Are we condamned, us living in the present, to never experiment autonomy, to never live, not even for a moment,
Closing my eyes and drifting off into the dream of myself I considered carefully my potential body, its posture, flesh
…trees dancing at the flow of the wind: green. …clouds crashing each other: rain. …a delicate beam of sun: rainbow.