Chanel Tobler
b. 1990 

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Dissolving a marrow economy
21 November – 7 December 2025

1.
Not just webs or tangled thread—TV static, nettle, drying mud, and reverse finger traps, inferno in the distance. Then, blindly, I catch a cool, fine line and run my finger along its edge. It guides me into a glade. I see it all here, suspended skyward, dazzling and in slow motion.
I insert wedge-shaped pieces of metal, called “protection,” into the glade’s clarity. I clip a rope through this “protection” and tie myself to it — a way back. Memory is fraught.
So willing to rely on the external, even in the internal.
The rope dissolves, and I fall into not just webs or tangled thread.

2.
Everything was the same temperature. No line between forces.
It was like I once said: an expanded ease — like when wetness pulls you in.
An expedited access point to build universes.

Then the weather came in.

A trust in a homeostatic alliance was formed.
But I walked down the steps into my marrow stocks to satiate you.
Then stopped. Let the source cord dry up.

Why couldn’t I explain that I’d seen how spirit’s awareness could diffuse into the body’s tissue, that devotion could be folded into matter?

3.
Shivers still happen when I open the box, but my teeth don’t chatter.
I walked it all — through and around.
I had a moment where I caught heights. I built an altar with them, then I bowed.

A page in a book that wrestled violence’s infallibility and truth’s friendship with flaw.
It’s now no secret I’m studying intelligent adaptation. I am growing to make myself liquid, cooking to dissolve adversity’s momentum and then fortifying precision-timing, and structure.
I no longer operate with fists up and traps set.

4.
Matter humming at varying frequencies.