Our sap fills the mouths of hungry saints

“I want to tell what the bodies were like I will have to speak in a forgotten language” W.S. Merin “Is there a shape in the shadows? The light flashes, and the screen goes dark from time to time. We look up close at the bark of trees. Is the god of the forest to be seen?” Stan Brakhage a queer dream; a murmured prayer; two bodies entangled beyond language beyond gender become dirt become meat become holy become love