The Life of the Body

Hidden stories are imprinted in the flesh

Flowing in the blood

Language in my bones, in my fingers

In thighs, in feet, in spine

Stories that we can't remember

Memorize themselves in our bodies

I heard them say

What does the body know? I ask

What does the body know?

There is written

An order, a structure in everything

Repetition, symmetry

But I was absent when it all began

At the beginning of the sign

And the meaning

Of the language that we use

From dirt to light to plain to form to sign

Don't you liberate me from my body

It is an opposition now

I oppose to time

But I trust the future

The future of the material

The touch and the senses

I trust the future

The future of lovers