RUBIES IN CRYSTAL Does language hover between my nerve endings and the world, or is language my skin itself? Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
Though I do seem to keep incarnating the same fluid relationships over & over! That's the nicest part.... continuities.
in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
Though I do seem to keep incarnating the same fluid relationships over & over! That's the nicest part.... continuities.
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