ectoplasm splinters, pale – gentle --
taken into blue – a watery kind
to move through more transition -- now a gravestone
root and hard slab organically moving -- weathered
skin undone and too many pills, a fire, a puff of smoke
abstractions of love giggling in a different space --
a watery voice then
meditation in feathers, words -- what
do you predicate (your) existence
on? posterities?
not to haunt but a bit to live these bones
a communion, totality in fragmentations
then in light
we are what we discussed – the individual swimming,
emerging in a song and a whole movement
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