UMBRAL

MEDIUM: ACRYLIC PAINT ON PAPERBOARD

Threshold of an ancestral cavern that is the womb of the world and from it I shall be born.*

I just arrived
I look up
and remember the first time
an animal stood up to look at the sky
and knew she had to return
to something lower than the earth
something for which she invented neither screams nor silences
just a prayer that asked for nothing

*Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

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