A long day
The pleasure of being home in one's mind.
Slowly we return
into the interior
labyrinth of ourselves each
evening, enveloped in moths. Their gentle wings
necessary to brush away the
cacophony of the world and
eating away our worries.
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Rebecca Siemering
Rebecca Siemering is a fiber artist and poet. She uses poetry to help her think of her visual pieces, and sometimes something visual inspires a poem. She produces sculptures with paper, white line prints, and drawings based on her poems.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
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"enveloped in moths"- what a line! I loved this. Gentle, relatable.