My chest is ripping open, spilling myself all over the ground. I dance in the alchemy of celebration. My chest steams in the cold air. Electricity sings, my body amplifies.
Learning to speak without my mouth. Learning to listen with more than just my ears. The bubbling, writhing, dancing, singing tumult. The spaces in between breath. Wild movements of body. Subtle signals of the soul.
I want to meet you again and again and again. Brand new each moment. in honor of the past, in anticipation of the future
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
I love them....absolutely love them I say.
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I want to write in them. I can write. I'm reminded of that.
Sebo. Giggle and Skip