A Friend Embraces Butoh
By Ellen Foos Posted in Poetry on March 26, 2015 0 Comments 1 min read
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Distant, ashy, close to the edge,

I might lose you in the pauses.

Faded by the spotlight,

disguised in white paint.

Misshapen, lost to certainty,

you focus on the expanse

between touch and revulsion.

Illusion of stop-motion movements

the absence of catching breath,

a long drawn out suffering,

denial of the body’s quickness.

Minor redemption in beauty,

sly and maneuverable.

 

 

photo by: Eduardo Sciammarella


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