collective pain points…..
I am the science I did not learn, I tread through the lab uncertainly
potions I created
not drawn to diagram no instruction given
the cauldron I brewed came to boil by the hands only I know, hands sisters grew
living in the necessary complexities of planets mocking
oh how they laugh
little bellies full of galaxy dust, dehydrated minds, dizzy and vertiginous
a machine tells us to run and stop
to run and stop
and so, we ran, she ran, they ran
use me--or you--use me,
mind in your mind
is your mind
not the capital they have planted you to follow
money is a nuisance but it always comes
a wind whose fervor is all but compassion,
moreso a virus engrained
so intelligent it has abilities to code as love
she strengthens, bolsters:
who do you allow to motivate?
listen to the voice so loud it fades into your blood
a minuscule cell coasting underneath
a lightbulb, a compass, a push, a nudge
do not ignore the delicate code of your being, your being, you
Text and Audio by Ashlin Ballif.
Ashlin Artemesia Ballif is a writer, curator and the author of our floral anatomy, a collection of her poetry and visuals from friends.