I was there trying to reach you,
I will be there trying to reach you,
I might try some words, but also some silence,
I might try looking at you, I might try closing my eyes when you pass by,
But you know I will be trying to reach you, there is nothing else.
Secret, everything will be secret.
I know you are there, here.
You should know I am here, there.
Epilogue Bumblebee’s Biography is elusive, does not seem to want to take a clear form. It feels like such a non-issue, in the here & now. An existence mostly (rather than a sequence of distinct events)… stretching over time, suspended in it, floating, flowing, continuous, undramatic… yet far from…
sitting down to dinner we removed our skin and dared to look into the silence passed the illusion of flesh. a shining spirit clings to a skeleton their teeth chattering afraid of the dark / afraid of the light there is a distant piano chord and the teeth, ivory keys…