Dancings
from authentic movement, November, 1995
E. Fleischman
If this energy is paint, then let me spread it to color the span around me.
No no no no no is a tin drone that unbells itself as i strike upwards.
Once there are free-falling times, no rules shall be unbroken. I’m a brat &
tough enough. Forget about it.
I’m falling onto the pavement of a city. I’m a chalk outline. I’m a meaty skeleton, then dust that blows away to the ocean.
I’m small: I’ve fallen into the ocean. I stay flying as the story of outer space calls me up.
Over canyons, the heaven light will not let me end. Water sways my body
now.
My apeness is unbuilt. Have I floated or lived? All of me is a gesture.
Singing! So many shapes!
