the natural history of the body is known. hidden within its
own bones are the texts of its origins. there glitter the
jewels of time
. gold explosions of lite. deep & blooded.

it flows, the body. is a river that carries the seed from
the mountains. is its own seed & delta. growing, it is a
vine that strangles. there are no limits to it. flexible
& timeless, it washes away the edges.
not to be grown, it discovers itself. reaches & opens,
hungry. a mouth or hand. it gestures, a tree. it diminishes
lite, cuts bone into prismed fragments, twitches, a bird.

the body is a body of murder, a dance. it reads its own song.
it has no face. a woman, a man. a grave & a voice.

the mystery of the single eye.