Anna Taylor

With arms raised, pressed to connect
Touched without touching
Leaning into an unseen flow.

The thing and the thought entwined.
To let it run over skin and from your mouth
An image to be met.

Ascending and within.
The will up and grounded
A thread extends the vertical body.

Melt down its lengthened frame
That slides over sides
Weight pulled towards the ground

Lines leading, drawn down.
Reduction in form, and everything seen
A place to access it.

Beneath, into and above
A mirror between
See over his dark night.

Air filled, connective dust.
Particles in colour turning
Travel through light.

A projection into our dark space.
Reach weightless, lay in two 
Ground inverted.