What was it, how was it formed? Perhaps it goes back to the white space problem
the between spaces, except that the drawing had to do with movement within space
and so, how empty spaces become filled by movement becomes the question
I'd like to consider
I am insignificant, as still as a garden hose
to create, to cause, to have an actual act of physics, to shape a movement
in the mind
I still feel the exertion, six years later as sweat beaded lips
limbs coarsened and thickened by friction
I can make sense of only a few things in one life, but I have no desire to
have another or to go back to being, a rat, or whatever it was I was before
I started spinning through that water imagining I was DaVinci thinking
about wind, thinking about resistance on my seed wings.
