...like broken fragments
otherworldly...

Abruptly
like a broken hasp...

I am electric.
Full of streaming lights and silence...

Like pennies in a wishing well
bouncing...

....such cold warmth
air rising...

There was only heaven and the sea,
and a brief wind among the stars...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

From the swell of the clouds
sunlight will bloom suddenly...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

Empty
empty...

Acidic, my throat burns, constricts, I am
sick...

Rise, then fall
surge and flame...