Performance with Shelby Zink
Blood takes on the form of a staircase.
The past is embodied each day,
giving birth to a blaze, a crown.
Slowly we cut a path between
shadow and illumination.
We do not go, return or know,
but we are guided and no one cries.
Through long hours you persist,
with ferocious majesty. We rise
from the realm you now eternally rest.
It is a scattered beauty, so
we continue spreading the essence
of strength through eyes,
and love through breath,
piecing together our awakening.