the body:
still but moving.
boundaried and overflowing
dropping
hints
of the rides on the inside.
eyes see different colours
shadows form different contours
from yesterday and the day before
---------------------------------------------------
did you get that?
no?
yes i know
you missed out on many many moments
many many turning points
i could whirl and jump now
but i can't
won't
be bothered to stop my clocks again
so you can follow the show on your own pace
sorry hun
i love you i do
but i am tired now:
i let the clown go home
and take the make-up off
the personality which emerged
i hugged it and felt it and bed it- here it writes.
you are still in the audience
on the left hand side of the ring
munching popcorn and playing with your phone in the breaks
thinking i do not notice
that you have more interesting stuff to do
than watching me playing truth or dare
with dreamlike creatures emerging from my bones
i understand.
it is not your life your story your truth
but it still makes me sad.
me, boundaried and overflowing
reaching from inside
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damn!
i won.
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