The moon never lies,
the mirror is the real trickster
who reflects the exterior lie
concealing the beautiful truth within.
The moon never lies,
it's the mirror who is confounded
when presented with the self
which it seeks to annihilate
by reflecting the uninterpreted facade.
Naked, two-dimensional, sans soul,
gyrating as if to escape its own appearance.
Try to furnish imputations she fastidiously withholds
-- no, look back into the eye of the image
until you see what's really there.
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Who will run?
the glass?
the image?
the self?
...and from what?
To run--such a tediously human infinitive.
(Thanks for reading us the story. "I don't want to 'go there'", either, but MUAH just the same. [My favorite part was watching you turn the pages.])
Real sweet work. Cool and dry ice , and twice as dangerous. I loved every animalistic second of it. I could almost see the saliva on your canines. A terrific, honest piece with a stunning set of images to accompay it.
Very fierce and bold... you show your true free spirit without apology... you are a woman who knows what you want... I loved the music and the montage that accompanied the poem.
Everything you compose has a superior quality on a level of creativity that's rarely reached. This video collage is just another fine example of your refined talents and proves your eclectic, creative flexibility.
Your talents reach far and wide, Selene. Everything, music, imagery, words, movement, combine and blend and undulate and visually pulls us into the wholeness of this creation.