Video log — nocturne, 1 AM.
“Put your head on my shoulder.”
Phrase loops — human, tender.
A blue light hums in the studio.
Rubens painted the head hanging,
delicate and heavy,
still breathing?
Is the black goat / sheep —
the crown itself —
the pain of God?
a jade mask on fire
We make sorrow universal
to cultivate sympathy:
tender plants in a bloody garden.
Is Jesus Christ:
Son of Saturn (black cube)?
Son of Jupiter (golden eagle)?
Who spoke in the desert?
A sweet kite (Milvus milvus)
taken up in a lightning storm.
brick by brick
Somewhere, a halo of neon light
hums — drawing pale wings,
plants thick with thorns,
all reaching for what burns:
a love-sick hand touching
the moth-eaten edge of a miracle.
P.S. Notes from the edit bay, blue light still on — video.