Text for a performance of

Danish Dance Theatre Copenhagen

There is a solitude of my

mind

a solitude of space.

Thoughts beating like drums at the sides of my skull,

my own beautiful prisoners roaming through a wildernis of imagination

and its echo rests intimately in the corners of my soul

trying to escape through the young flesh of my body

a constant filter of my frail mind

seeks to travel beyond

wants to empty itself and spit out colours

for everyone to see. Do you see it?

Do you recieve the true sight of my body?

Or is my body just a vessel

where lights shining through

and my skin is breaking the light

and the reflection of yourself

makes the content invisible

and by what you see you can only guess

your perception is a lie

can you accept that whatever I attempt to express will never be the truth of my infinite mind?

2018

Jana Siân Blume