THIS IS NOT THE LOWEST POINT
presented at I'LL BE MORE SOCIAL TOMORROW, CHALTON GALLERY 2017
This is not the lowest point
considered in the last breath of a wind not blown.
Everything was given,
Chosen one taste a time,
lathered in limestone
residual at first
shown as a vacuous, gaping hole.
Spaced out as we lay across a float
And in doubt, the door swinging to its own flow
Mirrored in a double bow
Somersaulted and swivelling, in a pragmatic grace
an excessive moment
now evades our presence.
All we can do
Pick up scraps
So, nothing goes to waste.
As in Ordet it says, so to We say, and so to, We pursue
A word by which to stand.
A sound by which to land.
A movement by which to bend.
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