handle with care

I use my hands

line by line

to reexamine

to remember

to forget

pure form

generating the whole spectrum of colors


we create the best possible substitutes

to fool ourselves

a two dimensional projection of a three dimensional reality


I search within my fingers and sounds

pausing between words

a paradox

a constant reminder of a lack of answers


Mediated by the elements of our environment,

buffered by symbolic objects.

self aware, overlooking,

finding spaces

in between

to discover what was already there

manifesting through solid matter

a metaphor

internally and externally

a fragmentation.

One cell of a larger human body

-poem by Michèle Jubilee-