Een drieluik: Laboratorium Motus Mori II

door Stokely

the ground unstirred
ripples of stored movements
move from muscle memory
to conscious reflections
of past

we dance
we move
our archival bodies
uncanny
jittery

on the tight grey space
the floor is timeline
that boxes in our inward
eyes
lightness
pause

identifiers get lost
in the scope
of this house
and serenely
balanced
undertones

the importance of
the dance within
neurons reconcile
with ancient dna
once we were human
trying to close an
alien distance
to us all

Stokely Dichtman
@jedichtman