“Falling is one of the ways of moving.”
— Merce Cunningham
Finding walls
where there were
none before,
I stumble,
and fall
toward a point
perceived as distance,
yet, always here.
What I see is
only what I know;
perception’s a deception
one swallows entire.
The eye’s led on
from the outside in.
(June 2, 2020)
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