Sonia Cook Broen's visual and multimedia snack tray

in the exhale all is revealed between knee deep sheets and sand covered feet,toes entwined in the semblance of sleep. I take my hand and measure by measure am dissolved into dust. Each cell on my skin vibrates with the quickening pace at which you rupture my essence my presence bystander absorbed into infinity. Was yesterday a second or an hour is today history and tomorrow the mirror of every yesterday? I have lost my sense of time and all I can do is write about the fire which burns into me hour upon hour until I am a vapor and I exist in you and I can be through time and space and body entirely detatched….floating in on the dawn the moon pools under my feet and the sun expels the day hour by hour by hour.