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Kombucha brewers @ Mezzanine Sky - Dzialdov Berlin - August 2017

People: Alexandra Collins and @ovjoakane Photos: Matteo Visentin

Transparent pelican mouth

Can I (admire) the piece of meat from the beasties beck?

How to bare out the inside out?

The fabrics here are still with life

Sewing (said in your voice) each other into one another’s

life like us.

Over there I can hear water but I don’t want to touch the beast.

She is the chosen one with nails blinking dashes of colour

go touch the wet placenta – touching it in front of one other.

There are so many things that hold us together. What is it to expose them?

I can see inside.

I want to strap you in with colour

the presence of bursting

the possible delicate moments

upon chipped vanished planks and and a cold cold floor.

So many basements can become bewitching.

I almost want to chew you but my nose tells me sharp lies

This beast with no eyes or mouth

Is it aware of us? Our eyes? Our mouths? Of the things we speak?

Does it know that we could drink from its incubational fluids?

The rituals of flesh.

The internal on the out

The joys of uncertainty.

The never ending mezzanine skies.