Heavy body
don’t you know what you do?
So don’t think.
My gesture becomes another when the other
lets me
until another
helps me
to shape-change
the mass
the skin
the fascia
of this body-matter

it allows itself to be
in so many capacities
and temporalities
Our four hands
within twelve limbs
move and experience
the body’s weight resistance yield to the floor
Sometimes,
for the sake of being so
minuscule
the gesture
goes away
and there it leaves
this bread-body
alone
abandoned
trans-molded
until the matter realizes itself and gives itself
the end
and exits
leaving the floor’s violet blue eats the video frame in full