I sit, sensitised
I stand, I walk up the hill and my hand tingles where the air kisses it I am always seeking something but today I wait for it to meet me - and it does not take long. The lichen. Symbiotic poetic cross-collaboration cell integration performance a way for both of us to survive the body bursting from the dirt in slow power lifting rocks and forcing the compacted matter aside, away, to display the efforts of decay Continuum being nourished by the dead emerging in the autumn performing the all-time (long-time) heavyweight champion the rush and swirl of the unhushed world, oceanic traffic distances being-becoming entangled in birdsong softly, gently, the aircraft rumble in cloudscape meeting rock and scrape crunch step by step and step here to stand, here to breathe the ridge and the world has heard this story before the world has heard this story before it is a love story, remember? it is desire the desire to exist to feel to be in cross-collaboration in sympoetic elation symphonic dégustation to taste the possible combinations pair me, love meet me here I am listening, my glands activating my spirit salivating I have room and room and room for you - this dirt become wood become lichen-carrier rock crumbled pigmenting sap infinite drip star infinite map slipping between my organs listen the many-called organism glistens ready for the infinite potential of dreaming - I am sensitised. slow, slow fast the pace of the living. I am buffeted, there are waves, there are ways to swim and float and thrash and drown and dive, I walk, I sit, I breathe, I dig, I sing it is all here I am here each moment rustling gently against its companions I am here Thank you for being - becoming - rock - ground - root - leaf - sun - fire here I am a lichen fungus bird song engine companion collection here. Comments are closed.
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