It's an opening (to be performed)

*October 19, 2010*



Its an opening


An opening


To a lost muscle


That’s withered


And frayed


And whose tendons


Have disconnected to the minds


That control movement


It jerks phantom jerks


Attempting to


Regain or replay or feign


Agency


But all this is


All this is


All this is


Is aftershocks


Tremors


That are not empowered


That tremble


But not out of any emotion


That they own


But a post movement


A post movement movement


That follows a script


After it has run out


That doesn’t know its character


Independent of the roles around it


That mold and guide its action


Jerks


Spasms


Its cries out for more life


A reconnection


To a consciousness severed


The muscle flops


And sighs


And smokes


And hopes


That by going through


Motions past prescribed


Maybe it’ll find


Its own grown


With arteries pumpin somethin’


A flow


A flow of intention


In its practice of life


These channels


These channels that house fluid and water


And current


They’ve dipped


They’ve somehow dipped their truncated edges


Tattered and weary


Into pools of community vitality


A blood source


Of thriving, aliving, jiving


Bodies


That will lend consciousness


When its drifted away


That will ease away the stigmas


Associated with its name


And take broken muscles


And massage truth not impose it


And find fully formed and ferocious phrases


Ready to add their wisdom


To dialoguing tongues.