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  Facing the Liberty Bell Museum  Independence Mall, Philadelphia,  Friday, November 4, 2016  The Last 100 Days of the Presidency of Barack Obama  Is there an autumn Goddess in the house? Or out here in the park? The  dark figure there who sheds colors out of the depths of the darkest bell, each peel a dash of yellow,  yellow-green, rust brown or bright orange. As if in prayer before her, stationary or not, even if cracked on the inside from any history, public or private, to go into that darkness; what wells, what rises, a freedom so spacious; to find the body at its deepest dance, song. To die and go there; until one’s end, to come back alive, again and again. 

Facing the Liberty Bell Museum

Independence Mall, Philadelphia,

Friday, November 4, 2016

The Last 100 Days of the Presidency of Barack Obama

Is there an autumn Goddess in the house? Or out here in the park? The

dark figure there who sheds colors out of the depths of the darkest bell, each peel a dash of yellow,  yellow-green, rust brown or bright orange. As if in prayer before her, stationary or not, even if cracked on the inside from any history, public or private, to go into that darkness; what wells, what rises, a freedom so spacious; to find the body at its deepest dance, song. To die and go there; until one’s end, to come back alive, again and again.