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The
Third Ring
Jennifer
Van Buren & Alex Nodopaka
It
starts with animated optical effects
but
results in supernatural affairs
and
invitation.
"Come,
walk the high wire with me,
feel
the drag of invisible netting,
feel
bodies bend over the gravity
of
neo-platonic renaissance.”
He
laughs, knowing this reference
passes
over my head, landing
soft
on the metaphorical sawdust.
But
faith unfolds the interface
between
consciousness and matter
and
pulls us toward a single point of existence.
Yet
here we lie stretched
along
the essential order of things.
Life,
maybe death
hangs
suspended upon these wires,
one
side of the balancing stick
studded
with lead.
Shh
don't tell me there is no wire!
Shear
trust keeps us suspended
mid
air
between
two distant spaces,
one
bright the other dim.
Eyes
register the veiled silhouette
that
strolls down a corridor.
Rectangular
topography frames her
malleable
curves and muffled footsteps,
soft,
soft against
harsh
geometric starkness.
Tonight
we sleep on the high wire
twisted
along the middle
of
the balancing stick.
Illusions
stud both ends.
Permanence
is ephemeral.
shhh
don’t tell me
the
difference.
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