LIPA - CONTACTS IX-XI

And when we dreamed
dreamed in lace and twilight
there...
there was a sparrow

her wings
breaking against
the fragile cage
(though stronger still)
a war
of the smallest portion
just to to sing
in other air

and we
for our portions
blur
one against the other
(just as fragile)
though we know
better...

contact sheet and film
with just a little time