The Alien is of the fabric of sound and imagination. Emotion moves him through space. His function is unknown to himself, but gravitation and sensation guides him. He travels towards the original big bang of music and words to explore this planet. The Alien is drawn to color, heat and the future.
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With my eyes closed… sensing. Stomach, heart and taste buds getting ready. The beginning of a smile in my hips, and the touch of the air on my lips anticipate the sweet taste of here and now.
THE PAST LIPS ARE NOT DECEASED Why not look at the beauty your memory holds, so nourishing that light can be. The past’s lips are not deceased. Let them comfort you if they can. – Kabir (c.1440 – 1518)