facets of mortality


Living with the Ancestors

‘Lie with us, rest in us, in fabric and pattern,
Relive dreams and desires.
Repeating flesh, recurring beauty,
A familiar dance of fleeting moments.
The mortal is awake with purpose,
To create new garments.’

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…thought I was sitting in comfort,
I’m a dummy.
Dropping through space, that feels nice,
But I’m passing through time, my time, my life,
That clock…I don’t like much.
My mask attached, to perform,
Whatever you require.
I’m naked…everyone’s commenting, judging,
Pointing, comparing.
“If you want my advice,’ people say,
What of tomorrow I ask,
As I fall through today.