Form and space: Lyrical, staccato, chaos, waltz & stillness.
Here in this space
I am a woman.
I command worlds.
A creature
unwilling to bend
to the demands
of sheet music.
Instead,
a lyrical birthright;
a tempest;
the rain.
She sees herself in the mirror
and knows. Just. Knows.
Knows that her limbs
are pieces of heaven.
Fragments of a time
when she was so young
she could not possibly
remember.
But her body does.
Here, somehow.
The beat, the rhythm.
The floor moving as she
jumps and stomps
again and again.
A form and space
to fall apart.
A birthing.
A splitting in two,
Doe-like and dear.
I'll hold you
a little closer
when the music starts
to let you go
more and more
in the staccato.
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