the collapsing and pushing of line into form is not unlike breathing
acknowledging the work as beautiful cages
cracking them open
loosening the grip
these poignant words from the amazing Michael Timmins' Rock and Bird
She captured both Rock and Bird
tied one to the leg of the other
kept them as prisoners
until they knew who was master
then she threw them to the sky
Bird with unbarred wings disappeared
Rock with weighted heart returned
and Rock became her anchor
and Bird became her dream
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