Beyond the dance of our ancestors, engagement within a threshold of range,
questionable spaces between life and love appear,
sometimes, in the midst of emptying the empty deserts
filling quiet skies, loving, deserted bodies,
life-giving oxygen hath been blown into arrivals of deserted winds.
It is this, that the bequeath of will adores,
simply violets in sandy fingers, findings of joy within sandcastles,
beaches are flowing as currents idly wander by,
hushing the noises is sacred twinning,
beautified crystals within caves; love being all that matters.
Emptying the worries of humaneness,
life and the living are often intertwined,
sex and pleasure serve the unwanted whilst, open categories of consideration
are open to possibility,
thus, exploration are feeble attempts at understanding the self,
the under earthed flesh that resides inside,
precluded instruments and the cavities of the body,
working inside the experiments of chance, experiential dissolves
while the real estate of ‘what is’ remains.
Anna Rozwadowska (with a special thanks to Jakob) 2020