souls see souls see souls
when a million moments
into a cosmic rainstorm: a soft
that means souls see souls see souls
so i won't choose a moment
when i've chosen them all:
woodland thrones, down to the water
and always off the path.
crushing berries between our fingers
and being sunlight, being riverflow.
short chair, tall chair,
a million ways to die and all of them
intangible under the shoplights.
watching flowers grow on
stillness in darkness.
blinking lights and its not so scary
when you're around;
autumn. and vinyl scratching
like fire against the dark.
fortune, or just us.
trees and shades and woodland creatures
spinning tales like silk across
our foreheads for everyone else
to read. a crescent moon, suspended.
lights, strangers, warm mugs.
cocooned in stories and sounds.
drinking in everything like
a last breath of air.
holding time between the palm of
our hands and stretching it -
and then we're spinning,
spinning in different directions.
okay. balance. a cosmic
of souls across space. suspended,
and still spinning.