Float Through from Manta by The Spring

Effort of the moment, drenched in anticipation. Drone reaches in. Dance - what else? Materials at hand, clack clack. The briefest instant contains so many collisions explosions implosions. To think or not to think. Liquid vapour trail, ride the riff. Scratches in the bark. Every action has infinite repercussions, echoes stronger than the first. A voice can only quaver - it's all too much yet it happens anyway. Expression expulsion expedition of art malady of the mind. Forming blocks out of the confusion. Joining the blocks. A moment of slight cohesion before dripping through our fingers. Reduced. Bioanthropology gymnastics, kick of the ball. Twirling eucalypt stamen spermatozoa stromatolites clumping clumping clumping. Dispersal. Spreading in out in union. Drawings in the sand. So many forms so many shapes. The smile, laugh, hands of a baby: this I can understand. Empathic extension of mind. The particles of our ancestors. Here is where we are, now and forever. The searing frozen voltage of faith. Wisps. My body with yours.

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