In 2010 the lesson was death.
I inherited the gift of ARC through death.
It emerged from ash, from the salt and body of life, to find its own breath, colour and witness.
And now, it returns to ash.

You are the chain of love
The love vine
The connector, a creeper
Hanging yourself around our necks
As you rise

I abolish the calendar,
so that I can bleed with the cycle of the cosmos.
I abolish hours, minutes, seconds, days and years
so that I can feed the great mother under this bush
soaked with my blood.