You, Thinking.
I posed on this ladder as the crowd came in.
Carefully. Disconnected. Closed. Beautifully.
Nearly reaching the ceiling.
Then I came down to a pile of earth, i disrobed, I bathed my head in gold, oil and the soil.
I spoke, I asked, I yelled, "What are you thinking?"
Imploring the audience to be honest.
Over and over. With jiggling nudity.
Carefully. Disconnected. Closed. Beautifully.
Nearly reaching the ceiling.
Then I came down to a pile of earth, i disrobed, I bathed my head in gold, oil and the soil.
I spoke, I asked, I yelled, "What are you thinking?"
Imploring the audience to be honest.
Over and over. With jiggling nudity.