Space One
I went in search of Piranesi’s carceri
along canals of blood
through ovarian sacs and fallopian tubes
beside gut lines, between fascia,
a long lost route
past magdalena’s bed
and the cold bath of susanna

now and then from somewhere
I hear the computer singing,
the camera winds its eye
along valleys.
the husks of cells?
old women sit with skin as soft as,
as soft as what?
time with feathers?

the light is grey
but you can feel the colour underneath,
still humming
little tunes of love

and through this?

SPACES :a project

SPACE ONE : rusted_flower
SPACE TWO : nouredine

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