And at this point in time you take it up in the air,
Yet from this point of view you see me down on the ground,
But at this point in time you take me up in the air,
You say I’m down on the ground.
You say I’m down on the ground.
And then the hoards of people take it up in the air,
And do the hoards of people see me down on the ground?
And then the hoards of people take it up in the air,
I make it down on the ground,
They take it up in the air.
Can we displace?
Concocted ground,
I cast around.
This magic mound,
It’s newly crowned,
This magic mound,
It’s newly crowned.
You and me together then,
Eyes must aim together and
When I point it never lands,
People taking turns, fueling tanks, it will never land.
Gravity suspends its forces
While I’m signing on the ground.
Floating with a thick suspension,
You will transubstantiate.
Can we realize
What paper found?
Theatre-in-the-round,
Stop looking down,
What what what what what what?
Stop looking down!
These metal pounds,
Material mounds,
They love the ground,
Don’t love the ground,
What what what what what what?
Don’t love the ground!
You and me together then,
Eyes must aim together and
When I point it never lands,
People taking turns, fueling tanks, it will never land.
Gravity suspends its forces
While I’m signing on the ground.
Floating with a thick suspension,
You will transubstantiate.
I’m on the ground,
I’m on the ground,
You’re in the air,
You’re in the air,
I’m in the air,
I’m in between,
I’m at the seam,
You’re at the seam.
And at this point in time you take it up in the air,
Yet from this point of view you see me down on the ground,
But at this point in time you take me up in the air,
You say I’m down on the ground.
You say I’m down on the ground.
And then the hoards of people take it up in the air,
And do the hoards of people see me down on the ground?
And then the hoards of people take it up in the air,
I make it down on the ground,
They take it up in the air.
This magic mound,
It’s tightly wound.
Still on the ground,
So tightly wound
Up up up up up up!
So tightly wound!
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
You and me together then,
Eyes must aim together and
When I point it never lands,
People taking turns, fueling tanks, it will never land.
Gravity suspends its forces
While I’m signing on the ground.
Floating with a thick suspension,
You will transubstantiate.
I’m on the ground,
I’m on the ground,
You’re in the air,
You’re in the air,
I’m in the air,
I’m in between,
I’m at the seam,
You’re at the seam.
Gary Setzer is an interdisciplinary artist. His performances, installations, objects, videos, and recordings have been exhibited and screened internationally.
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