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in the waters of River Möbius (2018)

A reworking of The Möbius River for performance

You sat at arm’s length

I stood from afar

Watched you attempt to swim through the bottom of a glass

Failing to see the futility of this task

Still I asked – why do you try?

To reach the other side – you replied

 

Pause, wave, joke

Clearing the conversation along with stale cigarette smoke

 

You became so good at hiding, your own eyes struggled to find

The source of stains you couldn’t wash away

The liberation of personal chaos.

Lost in moments of intense vulnerability.

What if I allow it to seep through and stain my sparkling clean veneer?

Watch me in the way I can’t stand to see myself.

PERFORMANCES

Saturday 10th November: Performance at Rich Mix London as part of POEM BRUT

Remnant (towel) from performance at Rich Mix London

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