“Il aurait pu être possible d'entrer si doucement
dans quelque chose de si dense
Quelque chose de danse
De danser si doucement
L'être possible”
"It could have been possible to enter so gently in something so dense
Something dancing
To dance so gently
The possible being"
Hi, my name is Meloe
I am a spoken word poet, a writer and a performer from Switzerland
I am a recovering legalist and historian; now advocating for restorative hErstory and justice; and for the access to unconsciousness and autistic life forms.
I am a non-binary trans person of african and european descent (they/them)
POEM OF THE DAY
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I see them mired in their privileges
Looking for meaning in their lives
Seeking trees in their portfolio
But only my trees bear leaves
And only they make fruit
And only their roots lift their barriers
Only my trees oustrip their tired gaze
Only they are made whole with the whole and I see my joy
All the way up there
Fully up there in the sun
There is no Icarus in the realm of my dreams.
