Wed, 15 October

Liturgy of the Unfurling Let us open the book of the body. Let us read what was written before language. For the synapse that fires across the dark: we give thanks. For the axon wrapped in its white sleeve: we give thanks. For the signal that finds another signal, the stranger reaching through indigo toward gold: we give thanks. Let us not call it data. Let us call it by its secret name: the fern unclenching in April. The hand opening after years of fist. For the grant denied and resubmitted: we persist. For the hypothesis that failed and taught: we persist. For the patient who asked, Is this the one that works? and was not lied to: we persist. Let us dissolve the formula into rain. Let the copper letters run. Let the petals be what they always were: proof that fragile things are the architecture of every strong thing we know. Go now. Carry the white center with you. It was never clinical. It was never not yours.