Friday, February 4, 2011

a sensory joining

My pov of view flowed between the two frames, my own height and weight and then crossed up into him, feeling the size of space I take up spread out, my shoulders wider, my arms heavier, and the perspective of eye level shift so when I was (in?) him I could see the top of the filing cabinet. then whoosh I'd come back into my own shape again and feel him from the outside then into him and feel sensation where, ahem, I don't have dimensions in that direction.

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