Ramuma

I saw myself moving – blind
I saw myself still – blind
I saw myself as rooted earth – stone
I saw myself as debris – shit
I saw myself pushed through space – water
I saw myself shaped by water – blind
I saw myself as a sphere – stone
I saw myself as dung – shit

I saw above me nothing
I saw above me nothing
I saw above me nothing
I saw above me nothing
I saw above me a string
I saw above me water
I saw above me the sun
I saw above me a dung beetle.

Circle
Black
Chalk

Hands

Ramuma
Ramuma
Ramuma

it’s not either or
it’s
both and

Dung and the Dung Beetle

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