The grey sky,
the boundless pool of water,
reflective occurances
and my paranoia leaving through my eyes, my ears, my wet untouchables.
The cold wind blows over the bed of my sleep,
the faraway rush of entangled oscillation,
it must be the absence that brings the abundance of invisibility in creation.
The music of a leaving body is alluring and the ache of unquoted longings have a place in this brief sky…
Look out for the clay birds,
look out for the confidence of an escaping night.
The hibernated mannequins of monochrome…the beyond can’t touch us.

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Photograph: Katherine Noriko.