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I exchanged pictures and poems with the poet Sayaka Osaki.

"In motion"


From the movements of the painter
The line stretches out
arm that can be extended to the screen
Fingers playing with the paintbrush
Stand with your feet in good balance
The body in front of me was stripped off
The light clothes of a second ago
without chasing
Hook me there and let me pull the shelf
The line extends from within the movement

in the movement of the dancer
A lot of heat comes through
Every time I jump, my skin shines brightly
Breath that bends deeply with each bend
Refusing to settle
To the murmuring voices of bones and flesh
as honest as possible
without obeying
Get away from it and swell again
heat dissipates in movement

Words in Movement no.2205

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