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The Mover

I move through air and dust. Feeling each particle against my skin. Moving through water and earth. Sometimes uncontrolled and sometimes grounded.Stuck to the ground and up in the air.Always connected to the surface. The unseen and seen.Always in movements as energy. Never stopping.

Current

searching rest in movement, I waste myself, afloat. carrying and being carried. . forceful, yielding. . a soluble state of being. . availability of moving and being moved. . letting go . carried away. bent by what escapes me. . . inhabiting contradictory forces, I find myself in between.

SISTERS HOPE