the juncture of beauty and cognition,
practicality and imagination—
these are our clothes.
we are wearing art.
unaware that we are muses,
we swim in conception,
sleep among wonder,
adjacent to inventiveness.
we are wearing art.
oblivious to our bodied significance,
stunning precisely
because we are canvas,
clay
and stone,
sand
and volcano.
our bodies—
surfaced wearings—
steer life into the center,
into stitches,
concentrated colors,
chaotic collaborations.
feverish
we glimpse the world
that will be
our skin
lovely
infinite.