I need observe a second time somedays, how this gossamer garment dresses our limbs our motion over this landed face our lives themselves. it contains all our breaths, all of them. whispering or else in storm.
we forget. but by sight we better recognize – grace.
you are ocean and we the fish.
all songs too from your lips. all sound. sweet and course. raw.
here, described as an arc.
we rest at your feet. annealed.
Archival Pigment Print by Wei Chen “Encounter” Night of Silence series