That body of (a reflection of the sky)
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That body of (a reflection of the sky)
Le’Andra LeSeur
Speak to another with normal tone
Speak to yourself with softer tone
(you can pause before this parentheses, within it, or after it)
- take a breath
I was once asked what carries my love?
I replied
My breath…
Can a life be blue? And does it matter?
I exist oscillating a wave that moves so sudden it remembers me as a fall
I am, rather than a horizon.
The horizon.
It is still. It is slow
-
It is rest.
We have not yet met but it seems to be a colour.
In some
aura…an outre.
A phenomena.
And if I remember correctly, I can deem my visions to be true.
This thing I see reflected is a mirror.
Of the sky.
Where matter shimmers invisibly against an air where my breath
has had space to exhale and secrete - “I am”
I remember her hands.
And the way the wings of a flock of birds reflected in her eyes.
A hunger for joy in each flight.
We are capable of floating above the grounds that deem us invisible.
But I couldn’t look into the sky.
And yet in doing so, I still ask - Do i love you?
Yes -
- A part of me knows I do
(i)
I just don’t have the language yet to say without spilling onto you
(i)
I will collapse onto you
Questioning where have you been?
It takes time to find yourself.
A Fear and a trembling. A Repetition.
A Retreat from likeness
Words are water
…and birth
But I couldn’t look into the sky.
I thought of you today
I think of you everyday
In this present…You are wrapped up in silk and you sing to me…
You are my dreams. My vision. My incoherent speech in the mist of processing.
You are what I deem love.
You are.
Now in silence…I know my home
In me it is mine
It is My Breath.
That body of (a reflection of the sky)
what carries love?
breath…
remember me as a fall
a mirror.
Of sky.
matter shimmers against an air my breath has
space exhale secrete “I am”
I remember her hands.
We are capable of floating
But I couldn’t look into the sky.
Do i love you?
I just don’t have the language yet
I will collapse
a trembling.
A Retreat
Words are water
But I couldn’t look into the sky.
silk sing to me…
(a) mist of processing.
You are what I deem love.
You are.
I know my home
It is My Breath.
Nobody knows (it) echoes in my soul…