These are small creatures
Metabolic currents under the skin of stretched days
Like season's shifting, same strength.
Corpuscles suspended instant
Evanescent strings like chords, like rain.
Like rain thinks mud..
Reconnect, reconstitute…and it begins to beat
Creeping charisma quietly infecting with indelible beat, beat…. be..beat
Amoeba anticipating complexity in ever widening dances
Bawl throw fits
Smear shit against the walls
Wail and break and
Boundless black folds are petals
The sense in space of blossoming
May yield, may feel ductile tentacles
Grab and draw to mouth