a ghost form
mind body spirit soul
hunger fire tears.
inside pressing
pressing exploring the interior of the
exterior
of her new found form.
pressing
pressing
convex indentations
reversals
poking prodding
beneath the surface
to surface
and breathe anew
a what you say?
some being within
dormant
but for heartbeats
and tears
long not forgotten.
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming