Savanna Wegman 

 savanna.wgmn@gmail.com








Entry to THE FIRST BALMY NIGHTS OF SPRING

Entry to grasstime daisy chain

Elevator up to orbit around empty chessboard

Emissions of anything not ethereal

Envelope into sleeping swans

Erode through elastic body into oceanic body

Emboss into gothic weapon

Enter the beauty of watching fruit decay in paintings

Electric current to the arcane talismans I keep inside lungs

Emergency exit to your paracosm  

Elevator down to a valley of doors and naïve dream-dancers

Exit from dazed post-dream embarrassment

Enter the acceptance of present forms and then inevitable shape-shifts

Enter evolution; of swimming through and complete becoming

Exit into underwater kingdoms: medieval Atlantis, or circus aquarium

Ease into the curly thoughts, the ones that blush from volcanic red into opulent red (and back again)

Enter colossal iron gateway seeking potions, vials, elixirs for an extra moon, an extra message

Exit reading words in the sky

Exit words all together

Enter illusory feasts where everything is much too rich and metallic

Elevator back to dressing room to seduce your charlatan

Enter the drama to become even more confused about the firmaments of fantasy and reality

Enter the desire to caress a hideaway into a home

Enter attempts to forget creations of tiny sanctuaries, by regifting them to myself as the fool

Enter stage as burlesque as technomage as a harp which plays herself

End at the coda where I try to mix chaos and catharsis into a big fucking beautiful ballet



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A List of Entrances