i return to the day of the solar eclipse

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the absolute open void of totality
and the sunshine reflecting off the silk clouds
creating rainbows in the refractions

and so do i think of walking through the flower field into the center of a web

and so do i think of the come down and feeling the tension of the thin strings

i thought to be so perfect yet so fragile

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i do not often return to that in my thoughts and the absolute certainty i had of sychronicity

i was traumatized and its triggering to think of my psychotic state of mind

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i remain amnesiac and incomphrensible
so i must create art and space to remember

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when i dont have the resources to traditionally animate the opomo show i turn my body and my throat into art and music instead and i become it
i turn my enviroment into art

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i catch the liminal spaces
and the wonderful terrible dreams
and i remind myself, this too is art
and i continue to demand the impossible