How to rewrite
the shining things we took––
to heart when they were among us
where the sun still touched?
Proofs
Reading with a question.
Tag: seeing
Fish
Addressing the observer.
I am not going to submit
to being recognized
or theorized,
but I will slow
here before you
somewhere between
what you see and think,
dressed in a fabric
you dreamed once
––when? about something
you strained to know.
You never knew
it, or me. But I
am here. And
you–––?
Visual Aides
And focal points.
When the fog lifts
for a moment, let us
make something to help
us find ourselves when it
descends again. No finished works,
only beginnings.
Camouflage Optics
Seen and unseen.
In response to the question of what any of this is, you offered an alternative. Forget all that, you said, and come inside. We moved among your impossible bodies. Stair spindles became towers of refuge, ventilation gates morphed into window frames. You took the leather skins of sacred texts and stitched one house at a time. You stitched a neighborhood of these, suspended from the ceiling. Welcome! You called. What you gave us was neither nature nor a matter of belief, but their shapeshifting beyonds. Here is an intricate network of colored glass, the view unbound by familiars. That you may better see inside you, you offered, and out again.
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Inspired by the work of mixed-media artist Chiffon Thomas.