A meditation on the art of a performance (A poem)

I wrote this earlier this evening while watching the documentary Marina Abramović: The Artist Is Present

I am merely here
a presence
that may or may not
go unnoticed

may or may not
go unspoken

The metronome
in an empty room
with bare walls

echo back and forth
killing time

A network of roads
me with anyone
you can think of

may not always travel
the distance

Expansive, abstract space
my life from her life
living at opposite ends

transmit through cables
to reach me

She sits on a wooden chair
in an open space
while strangers
meet her gaze

are unnecessary
eyes blink

(23 October 2015)

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