The Metamorphosis Of Names
there’s a plethora of ways to give nouns to certain parts of the body – like dipping each part in gasoline and letting what’s begotten after it’s struck with fire take it through a naming rite. or drowning its entirety in a mass – endless, blue and watch each drop absorb and carry its weight, who says there are only so much names you can adorn a body with? i listen to each note birthed by this body; the falls, the rise, the art these two can make when knitted together. there’s a reflection each of my parts see in the other – chaos, peace, in pieces. i listen to them as if to wait for a whisper that’ll say: you are what’s in between life & nothingness. this is where i trace the track of my tears, this is where i dissect my fears.