underdone collage from 2023
I take refuge in you from all the meanings of moving toward disaster in a silent room — from the universe of the underdone thing that carves my heart out of my moments, holding it in the palm of its hand. I cannot become if I remain earless to its spell.
While you flash with the courage of rawness, you shout victory — the kind of salvation granted by everything the mind cannot sculpt or claim. Because to be with the melody of inclusion is the only true way to be everywhere and somewhere, everywhere and somewhere where you are doomed to be.