upcycling the empty hollow places to reverb with extended joy
into the parked-particled corners between sky & bone
heart thrumming to timeless 3/4 rythms
thrumming
thrumming
beat on
beat on
the sunshine of this day
this day
streaming
123-123
hearing the faint echo of some part left stranded upon a lichen boulder
face-up to the sun
as the whisper of wind & water empty me of all regret
123-123
i am full of aspen leaves, sorrow & impish possibility
this day
thrumming
fragility melts in the current ..
golden becomes me
123-123
