In[scribe]    –

my name:

 

Sharp, vertical incision to the [inside of my] left wrist.  Traces of blood bubble: red pearls on the string of my inner:outer self.  Border.  Less.  I see my skin unbound.  You knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I unstitch [my] self.  Open to the flow of things to come.

Sharp – intake of breath

the world’s breathing

fills [my] lungs

and moves me, cell by cell: this co respondance

between

my breathing:your breath

you fill me fill you fill me:

with the

other[ness]

of [y]our breath

As I am filled, I empty.  Piercing horizontal line

intersecting

a third of the way down

that first vertical:

releases

more red pearls – rising to the surface from unknown unguessable depths

Sharp

liquid interior

flows [out]

as

breath of air

flows [in]

flows

 

out –

Score three more.  Just three more.  Score more.  Be more.  Score.

More.

 

And with that final score I am: [myself]

 

re                     made

re                      named

in my [divine] image:

 

flesh made word

open:silent

this wound          my name            in flesh

and blood

ties

binds me

to the

unbound

self

the open

self

without

limits

within

rhythm

[my] border : less

my blood

my song

sang

encre

my ink

spills

its stain

its mark

its bloom

[il]legible

[in]visible

 

 

[to those who do not see]

[to those who cannot read]

I give myself this new name to take [back] the power I never had.  Never.  Have.  The things you do [in my name] are not on my behalf.  I add my name to thousands who stand against you – my [blind and silent] voice screams in [dead] air and [nobody] awakes.  This house does not crumble.  Dismembered voice.  Forgotten dreams.  A disembodied silence is my muted cry to [in]different ears.  Inside speech’s silent centre my [sub]atomic bomb explodes:          breaking the boundaries of this world, breaking

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I fold-score-tear: and make the cut.  [Blank] folio sections waiting to absorb – the ink the blood that flows from unbound veins to write [myself] into [your] story, [your] time.  Thus.  Write my progress.  See how I [am] deliver[ed].  De  livered.  De   livred.   De lived.

 

Livré à l’anarchie

 

My only recourse. 

 

[I am] bound to radical action by [your] attacks upon [my] borders –

 

I stitch with [my own] hair; lace [my] sinew stretched; bind [in my own skin].  This story that: I Am

                                cannot contain

                                                                nor be contained:

                                                                                                                covered

                                                                                                                                case-bound

                                                                                                                                                                closed

 

curtailed

               

                                                                                I overflow [these] pages:

 

Live beyond [these] borders