what radiate
between vessels and dreams
i caught thee
flung by a tree
into my arms
crying to be.
the apples and mangroves
bit light into being;
gone was the room
sky in the daytime
no walls and no gloom.
the focus depends
all sky no rooms.
-nicole garlando
excerpt TueNovFih19620pm
photo by Jacs Fishburne during my improvisation with her art installation “Neural” 2019
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