A Silence
Withing my ears cicadas raise a oneverse chant
their absent timbals oscile in air so thin as dream
their cristal shells spring from emptyness to void
my body, a leafy tree, reflects their ancient song
To call this light “a silence” would not be gentle
new dental scan
same old skull
same old screws
—Lew Watts
hollow hollow
abandoned spaces between trees
may sunlight
#haiku
籔 : 𝘺𝘢𝘣𝘶 (𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵) / 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘶 (𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦)
«I’ve often noticed that we are not able to look at what we have in front of us, unless it’s inside a frame.»
24 Frames, Abbas Kiarostami (2017)
Each frame is a meditation on the threshold between stillness and movement, between document and fiction, between death and duration.