BEING
Mixing up memories and masses, words and movements.
While there´s a stubborn existence colliding with everything, the mind is a vibrating blur of arguing voices.
She is sick/well
but her sickness/wellness
is not real
as if she’s drunk/high
Her body almost weighing nothing/heavy, on the streets
floating through the streets/She wears nothing
She wears a nightgown/She is in control
She is impossible to control
or keep track of
She's singing
She loves to sing
And dancing
She hasn’t died yet/She is alive yet
but she will
She’s going/be going
quite soon
In a way her mind
is already dead
The confusion/clarity
The darkness/brightness
The vivid memories/Reality
The disorientation
Brief moments
Light and easy/Dark and heavy
Being a body
Feet rushing/dragging
along
Not/Stopping for hours
Being led/Leading
Being held/Holding
Being carried/Carrying
Being moved/Moving
Being
Belonging
Keeps track
of her voice
and her movements
The confusion
The darkness
The vivid memories
The disorientation
Brief moments
Dark and heavy/Light and easy
Being a body
Feet dragging/rushing
along
Not/Stopping for hours
Leading/Being led
Holding/Being held
Carrying/Being carried
Moving/Being moved
Being
Belonging
She hasn’t died yet
But she will
She is going/She is alive
But she will be going
quite soon
In a way her mind
is already dead