Fall on me
shadows of the past,
to bend the
straight lines that I see.
Lines that cut,
sever,
divide;
the power of agency.
Whisper your wind
in my ear;
may I hear
your story?
Rumblings
of life rhythm;
more than
words
that hold
mans glory.
Fall on me
shadows of the past,
that my spirit
may come to know,
Break boundaries;
the separation
of who's knowledge
matters most.
What is knowledge?
the line that separates
darkness
from light.
how about
cosmogony of
co-existence,
like when day
married the night.
Fall on me
shadows of the past.
Breathe (in)ter-subjectivity
of being and knowing
with the world
a collective agency.
