Continuum of a shadow dance

This is the hour

Of shadows pulling

Against their owners

As if resisting against the

Spectacle of an

Execution by

Drawing

This is the time of Lent

Of Lent starved from

Easter resolution

Becoming a time of

Arising,

Not remembrance

There is the secret hid

In the darkness of roses

Of the dying of all roses

As they cross their

Phases of wilting

Of drying and of falling

For there is the moment of

Transitioning- the moment in

Between- where the rose

Sacrifices its breath

The shadows fall- circles

Within circles, becoming

The Rainbow Body

As if awaiting the growth

Of Callicot's Antakarana

The taut moments are like

A man falling from the

Awning, cascading down

The balustrade

To meet the lover which

Awaits.

The spirit of the man

Of the man falling

Only;

As the body still

Remains.

And so for this series

Of breaths - at the limit

Of rising– we all are

In– the moment of

Indecision, of incision

Becoming as a statue

Of Kazuo Ohno frozen

At the last moment of

His dance, in his falling

Melting and sinking