Just A Little

Not sure what this is; at MIT, 2022

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I was born
a thousand years ago
I lived
After the death of a plum

Two arms
and a tiny foot
Water, alcohol, spirit
Bubble becomes me

Always
Following your order
Feeling, touching
Your angles and curves

Gravity
I shall now depart
away from your ties

Floating, rotating
balancing on my own feet
Off I go
on my own way ahead

« Rupture »

Slowly descending
into the unknown

Seeds fall and grow
Concrete stains
Animals lodge and wander
Seasons alter

The silhouette of sky
will show you the way
You shall only see what’s hidden
when you bow and lower your head