I’m an animal, I tell you

I’m an animal, I tell you

Paced and measured.

In the heat you can smell the life in me straining.

From the crease of my working arms,

tales of my choices and the ends I chased.

Footsteps in reverse my memory runs races.

I doze love of humanity and wake to violence.

I am called to the day,

children’s work.

To spin hope

like gloves for a lifetime.

Work them raw with weaving work.

Build again.

Run with the wool between my legs,

Colors drop and climb.

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I want to touch the earth.

As I live of wings and fire.

I look for the hill that can reach me

and won’t bind me.

I want to touch the water,

so that it takes me completely.

But I need air for my wings and fire.

I look for the rock to sustain me,

and accompany me.

I want to grow like the tree,

with its roots and branches.

Leaves that dance with the wind

and follow the sun.

I want to find the soul.

I swear that I recognize its whisper,

with that irrefutable rhythm,

I pray that it grabs me.

Original Words and Images:

Justine Marrion Massey

+ Weave the Americas murals with Catriel Nicolás Gauna

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