To those who need color and form as they need food we say,
feast with us.
: who simmer in melody daylong, in hallways, in class, in private
moments, we say,
you can stand the heat – let’s set the house on fire.
: who spool out words like honeysilk, follow that succulent thread with
their eyes, their mouths, we say,
stroll with us in paper gardens, toward the great labyrinth’s heart.
: who, stalled in English, chafe against the walls of a solitary tongue, we
say,
Bienvenidos: Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons… ayant l'expansion des
choses infinies.
: who track, in the duff of history, ideas, cultures, the soul of a person, of
a people, of a place, we say,
the woods are wider than you know – run with us.
: who have bodies, who love the fine motions of the face and limbs, that
liquid articulation, we say,
our stage is set and wants only your touch.
: who have searched and still search, in the breath, the eye, the hand, in
the sweet-and-sour spaces between people, for the meaning-
of-human, asking how beauty? and why feeling? and where
truth? we say,
you’re home.
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