"Polarity Dances" by Wildege Francois
They didn’t remember spinning, at the speed of light. Train of thought was caught in between the sweet spinning serenades of empty nothings professed in between sips of spiked cider, spinning from one to another, her to me, stay or go, why choose talking over loving?.. spinning around..I can’t look at doe eyes flowing silent streams.. the over head fan spinning -simple distractions…, while they make a party out of their voices downstairs, spinning from one conversation to the next, your voice is the only echo- sending me spinning Into world winds of all the things we want to say, but can’t. We won’t.. so we don’t and we silently oblige to dance with the polarized versions of each other because somehow they seem well suited.. one and then another. Love = spinning.
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They didn’t remember spinning, at the speed of light. Train of thought was caught in between the sweet spinning serenades of empty nothings professed in between sips of spiked cider, spinning from one to another, her to me, stay or go, why choose talking over loving?.. spinning around..I can’t look at doe eyes flowing silent streams.. the over head fan spinning -simple distractions…, while they make a party out of their voices downstairs, spinning from one conversation to the next, your voice is the only echo- sending me spinning Into world winds of all the things we want to say, but can’t. We won’t.. so we don’t and we silently oblige to dance with the polarized versions of each other because somehow they seem well suited.. one and then another. Love = spinning.
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They didn’t remember spinning, at the speed of light. Train of thought was caught in between the sweet spinning serenades of empty nothings professed in between sips of spiked cider, spinning from one to another, her to me, stay or go, why choose talking over loving?.. spinning around..I can’t look at doe eyes flowing silent streams.. the over head fan spinning -simple distractions…, while they make a party out of their voices downstairs, spinning from one conversation to the next, your voice is the only echo- sending me spinning Into world winds of all the things we want to say, but can’t. We won’t.. so we don’t and we silently oblige to dance with the polarized versions of each other because somehow they seem well suited.. one and then another. Love = spinning.
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Meet the Artist: Wildège François
Moving through the journey of selfhood is allowing your body to experience everything it needs to feel. To not turn it off, abuse it or ignore it but instead, recognize that It is the only vessel of expression that we can truly embody. Acknowledging that it has the power to break, birth, empower, die, seduce, dream, fly and fall, so from one experience to another, your body moves, adapts, and evolves. It is our metaphor for creation and quite literally does everything it can to keep us alive. So speaking in the language of colors, you allow the body to manifest a metaphysical understanding of all-encompassing elements that involve bodily emotion. The human experience connects us. The same blood you bleed, the tears you cry, the way we scream, the way we love, laugh, and dream has the potential to drag us in one way or another. However in essence are they not essential to the experiences that make us feel the most alive?