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

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photo by Jacs Fishburne during my improvisation with her art installation “Neural” 2019