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I learned of the ways in which Time haunts us
I learned of the ways in which Time haunts us Nicole Schwartz & Hannah Zhang
Steam and Warmth Ambiguous directions Dark green swings Breaking down ice cubes Fear lurking And patterns. Embraces and languages language and no languages
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A steam formed beneath my feet All I wanted was to create a short gap Between them and the ground I wanted to fly
It is always the things I am scared of the most. The thing right in front of you. The thing burning below me. The thing propelling. And as was suggested, To fly meant that We would have to become strange to ourselves
We danced for each other Tendons and vibrations move by so quickly. There is so much confusion, Chaos in each crossing. Time moves past me And weNever move through Time at all
It’s as, if I moved I might be able to understand you better Even if we both knew we couldn’t be understood I asked what I did not know Rather than extract assumptions I spoke, also, of what I did not know Rather than pretend to know I stopped myself before perceiving As to overcome our fears To overcome fear and Time; It was something I had never done before I did not speak of everything Only of what was moved to become words I learned vaguely of what moved you So tender in our approach I wondered how compassion could come so easily And not to ourselves
I felt and feel nearly defeated I could no longer distract myself And not because I needed things to be done Or waste less of Time, But because I needed to know what it feels like to be me To not be touched, But to open my heart in its entirety And become nothing but completely di erent
I began feeling my heart pound as I read, And the steaming in my heart as you spoke What feels like me.
We learned of the ways in which Time haunts us Of how to fly past Time’s phantasmic presence We pulled ourselves away from lines that shrink us into particles And formed fractals with our parts, our minds Our movements
That was us As floaters Us As amorphous subjects Us Struggling to hear our own stories Strangers. Friends.
