First, we meet inside of all things./ We meet
alone or with the team / To feel the nullity,/
To let go of the reins. / Then. / It begins./
The sense. / Of losing ourselves. / Our bodies
just string marionettes. / And us expanding into
giant viewers. / Who always wonder. / And the
result, we get, turns out to be the side effect./
A message to us, to you. / So unexpected,
so intense / Or sometimes a message that is – /
Ah! So common, so intimate, so known. /
The sense of action, /The move without control
to us is pure joy. / We let our works be separate
from us, be bodies on their own.