Extension of ancient Chinese secret & hair cut & what makes us who we are
by Tucker J. Collins
My identity
Altered by an incision
In my streams of qi.
My identity
Altered by an incision
In my streams of qi.
there’s moments in music
when the drums tread increasingly upon the silence
(as if walking up stairs)
only to stop—suddenly—sensing your thoughts—
returning—wildly—crashing—
with the strings and the horns
desperately trying to hold the world together
by a single measure
and there’s moments in life
when your hair brushes my skin
(as a bird along the water’s surface)
only to stop—suddenly—sensing my thoughts—
and
continuing—gently—gliding—
so i can feel each strand reach
trying to hold us together
by a single moment.
