
I touch each thing knowing we disappear
The body becomes earth becomes anthills becomes the smallest rose becomes laughter becomes air
We are all the unknowns that disappear into the world (accumulating into a glowing prism of everything)
In memoriam
ghost, rock, dirt, fire
A phantom ghost of our bodies forever disappearing Hard rock, eroding into sand Lush soil, depth of dirt, bark of a rotting log Barren charred earth, wood turned to charcoal
Berenice (resting)
Earth is our body (detail)
Earth is our Body ( branch)
Forest Floor
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