(my short film lagniappe for you, take 3 minutes out of your life)
In rising seas,
In openings, closings,
In walls to protect him;
The journey no longer as important
As the destination.
We build trust,
We fall apart, Inside this temporary
Housing. Odysseus, heavy as stone,
Maintains his sad sway — An island
Without bridge-makers in
This migrant disorder.
“If my work is accepted, I must move on to the point where it is not.”
— John Cage