participatory poem performance, as part of Verschwommene Havel Gesammelter Fluss curated by Alisa Tretau, LCB, Berlin, September 2024
I dive in the blue
Dancing with waves of home and oblivion
“Catch the sprinkles of light,” it says. “beyond the shores of night.”
You pour in the green
Floating between time and space
“Seep through the cracks of sense,” they say, “before we lose our tide.”
The lake swells in me and you
All colors despite
May our hands lustrate the water of all the words we sighed.