Nomadic agency was quilted on the farm
to be sewn to the edge of what feels to be safe—————distanced from the phenomena yet to be encountered.
Demarcated threads of who we are, who we were
stitched in prior knowledge of space—
-a background of unchanging identities carries no light to the edge of the pier.
Horizontal lines of earth and fire
transversed by the vertical,
the depth of air and water.
Boundaries-patterns dissolve in the sinking abyss
rising over the reflections—the many faces we wear
flying out on the wing,
receptivity to the space-between the mirror and its projections.
Let us begin with the unexpected.
Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji