Send for me…. Undress me….
So when words finally prove themselves to be too inadequate to
recreate life.
Or to penetrate its meaning-,
or even able to measure or explain the metaphysical intricacies
of its movements.

The deliberate distance between our naked bodies;
The fleshy meat that my hands grope and cling too (and recognize
as being yours) will manifest a meaning into movement….

Enough movement so as to be able to create an identifiable moment!
Thus creating direction.
Thus creating  history.
Thus creating  time.
Thus creating intension….

Thus manifesting an otherwise-, inexpressible life!

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