My heart soars for you…

Lyrical voice in the hollow hum, limbs like fog in morning spun-…

The body caught in motion, Frozen, yet it breathes and bends.

In whispered woods where shadows blur, The human form begins to stir-…

Bones writhe, convulse, defy design, Snapping, spiralling, serpentine.

I would prefer that this note was not read, or skimmed, forgotten.

The exchange of looking - looking exchanges the images.

The heavy handed, sort of clumsy,

Course or existence.

Fragments of body parts. A sense of freedom