............. ..... dark dance .... .........

Ikeda Carlotta

mary wigman-witch dance

almost November now. closed eyes, hands out, in a trance.
you seek warmth, i seek impermanence, that root there.
ever wonder why we curl into ourselves and call it the fetal position?
that ideal state, warm and alone, connected but isolated, there but absent.
floating in inner space, fed by love.
the cozy spaceman.

we are all trying to get back to that dream-space, utopos right.
animals just go away to the cold cave to sleep it off.
we call it hibernation and talk dreamy about getting it right,
getting right back,
right back,
eyes closed,
womb time.

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