and so it is

becoming a yearning stroke

a saturated membrane

riding a wave of amber flowing

from bodies overgrown

the endless and rapid existing of

the hollow house

walls

entangled in a fossil

a slumber of dreams

of naked skin and spillage

from our time, our songs

skin piercing through

laughing bodies

all as air

touching stone a mountain a stone

from mountain

moved by

air stone at a time

as it remembers fractions of dawn

of a hunting spider entangled

in a dance upon the softest rug

of a naked I

the body of senses accumulating

a thousand moving frames

which showed all that

which wasn’t shown

and the effervescent drops in the

air misty hearty heart hard soft night

remembers time

of the future

in Air

Air remembers

in air