JOSHUA LEON

THIS IS NOT THE LOWEST POINT

presented at I'LL BE MORE SOCIAL TOMORROW, CHALTON GALLERY 2017

Breathing/Turning

Static

This is not the lowest point

Lasting pressures,

remain,

and winter,

considered in the last breath of a wind not blown.

Entered life.

Everything was given,

Chosen one taste a time,

lathered in limestone

in life,

 or work,

 

 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

is

 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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