a quiet twinkling
circling birds murmuring melodic fineries
drifting down a river of honey sweet chanting
this empty bottle of years sinking listlessly
ripples of memories
echoes rising and receding with ease
limbs acquiescing to gravity
i am the roots sinking
the clouds dreaming
the heart beating
the blood streaming
the languid broad belly being
my faintest wishes dissipate
into everything that Is