Photography, Poem

 

Healing.
for those whose body did not for 26 hours rest
even with a sleeping pill.

Healing
for those whose lack of sleep body
a poem
a photo
at golden hour
did make.

Healing,
in the form of twisting contorting dancing smoke
but life, dissipates.

Healing.
by other ways
in any way
by any way necessary.

My healing dances and poses, emotional contemporary dance piece.
My healing dances a new dance as we lit anew.
My dancers, my healers, my saviours

 

— incense

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