https://vextmagazine.blogspot.com/2018/01/ankoku-butoh-by-donna-snyder.html?view=magazine&m=1
Deprived of sleep. Nothing to eat but self.
Body devoid of flesh, only muscle, skin, ribs.
Feet contorted into pillars, rooted in earth.
Arms become vapor, waft into the nothing above.
Head disappears into smoke. Ephemerality wisps
into infinity. A dance between this world and that.
The liminality between here and there.
poetry from the frontera 