Feeling backwards into the deep well, while a
child grasps at the air around his windblown form,
a world of elaborate contrasting patterns; behold
the weather. I drink
sweet water of the earth's
hollow, naked, returning,
held by the embrace of old wildness.
I am a little bird, a child,
a woman. I am so soft inside
the warm parameters of this skinbound
skeleton; deep breath lightens the chambers,
and a generous elaborate outpouring of elegant
authenticity emerges. Fine filaments unfurling.
A quiet murmur in the garden; insect colonies.
I wake up laughing, swimming in the warm earth,
breathing underwater.
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