Colours call beyond the border,
Chaotic in their playful passions.
Blue boundaries line the corridor,
Their limiting lines of reason
Enforce mathematical steps
Upon my electric ideas.
Structure, syntax, sentences
Steal energy from my pleas.
But isn't it the drummer’s discipline
That guides the dancers?
Blue Boundary, the lapis line
Shapes our sparks to sculptures.
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You have a way of writing that is both condensed and metaphorical, as if the mystical encounters the personal, and the personal becomes universal, in a kind of beautiful convergence.
You took me away, but somehow you also brought me inward. It’s not only your writing that moved me, but what it awakened in my own perception, especially my perception. Deeply and slowly.
This hits. Connected even more on second and third pass. Reading it in text, then again in the graphic, was like finding a secret compartment.