new york streets are a runway, staged seasonally. with fragile legs and hungry eyes we will eventually arrive at the end, make our two-faced pose--with everything within us and yet, toward nothing within--turn, and find our way back.
Friday, March 28, 2008
seasons of the soul
between the tangible body and the thoughtful dream is the silence of the soul. on the edge of this transitional and transfiguring state, between daylight and darkness, shadows of the other open before us, within us and we are emptied into one, yet contained by contemplation in the other.
new york streets are a runway, staged seasonally. with fragile legs and hungry eyes we will eventually arrive at the end, make our two-faced pose--with everything within us and yet, toward nothing within--turn, and find our way back.
new york streets are a runway, staged seasonally. with fragile legs and hungry eyes we will eventually arrive at the end, make our two-faced pose--with everything within us and yet, toward nothing within--turn, and find our way back.
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