To be clefted

To be halved

To be split, fissured, rifted

“We might surprise ourselves by cracking open further than we believe we can.”

The precarious and confusing territory you occupy as you ferry between different states of perception, or in Anzaldua’s words ‘shifting modes of consciousness.’

I was never split (verb), I was simply never formed. This is an inherent openness to the world, all tides flow in and out. Rip Tide: B. 1998 in Southern California, not even babies can escape the patriarchal, cock sucking obsession with perfect mouths and lips.

Swim Parallel

Find homes in the space between us

‘we won’t really know what we can do until we cut you open and see what the blood supply is like.’

Allow Mystery to envelop us

“... we are in the same moment in the same space. There is a congregation of human beings, including human beings who are performing and, in a sense, are so vulnerable. That level of communication is very important in the world that we are living in.”

To be seen
and heard.

To be misunderstood (aurally).
A cleft pronoun is a dummy cleft.

I was bridged (verb).

This is the clefted perspective: bridging the gap between what is known and unknown, submitting to mystery, yet simultaneously making the constant effort to crack everything open.