jasminelandry
cold hands with particles buzzing,
flipping and bouncing rebounding,
butting all heads in the calmest matter,
in the calmest MATTER.
doing what humans still can't see in light,
distracting retracting, no wars despite.
we all learn from matter what makes us complete,
dig deep and reflect how to keep our souls neat
the dipping skimming sinking curves in her hair
the unquiet manner of every bat of her eyes
they always swim towards it
the tide is pulling them in
over and again they creep through her silence
churn her around and live within sins
I have already divided, but have now truly seen what it is to divide. I have seen through the eyes of other writers, other humans. For the only true humans are writers. The only true humans are the animals who create, taste and breathe an artistry that is timeless.
To divide is to separate what was once together. To create space that is either comfortable or risky. It can provide relief or hatred, but is sometimes necessary. To divide can be negative or positive.