Brief 4 – Ben’s video in response to Leanne’s Poem

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Brief 4 – Poem by Leanne

It is a limbo

between the unknown.

A rip, stretching, pulling apart

of casing, sheathing.

Pulling apart the flesh

to emerge into reality. 

 

To exist is breathing

between the haunted.

Exorcise the demons 

contorting within

your limbs. Splayed

and stretching 

outwards to the

point of splintering,

the webbing of your

fingers rupture into

wounded fissures until 

you are the between. 

 

Your neck, like your

dune-carved back, 

torn taut into a

violin bow tension

and you hear music

even though you cannot

see. You are flickering

through dimensions,

quivering through

minims and quavers.

 

Everything is 

compressed. And 

you, submerged, 

until only remnants and

fibres tether you

together, let out a 

scream from your 

inner. Eternally, from

the in-between. 

Will edit with intention and theme ideas gleaned from Leanne’s poem in a few days. For now, tis a mystery.