In August
The Flying Carpet imagines
what this
Time out of Time
feels like to you…
perhaps a time of
connection
rectangles within rectangles...
our eyes and minds
are pixilated
perhaps a time of
disconnection
hives of loneliness
disconnection
hives of loneliness
perhaps a time of
mourning
when mirrors are draped
perhaps a time of
time standing still
perhaps a time of
sorting
and sweeping up
the dust from parts of your life
perhaps a time of
metamorphosis
(in the pupa stage
when the caterpillar’s enzymes
almost completely dissolve his body,
the imaginal discs remain
to form wings, antennae, and the rest)
perhaps a time of
resurrection
perhaps a time of
connection without embrace…
Sending love
connection without embrace…
Sending love
in all languages to you