where is this
stasis space from which we begin?
fingers testing wa(ll)ters
employ proprioception only to the point of awareness
that our velvet ground rotates without adduction
& revolves independent of abduction,
knowing that i have skipped the rocks of replacement.
we are recreating warmth with every eternal rebirth
of tongue, that which is no longer
bitten nor swallowed
and this is what i’d meant.
satellites reflect the current’s concrete cool
upon a boundless bay,
where floating, approaches
a purple-pink postcard preceding percolation.
in the breath of a haiku,
the air in me is helium, light
with the weight of renewing,
renouncing the memory of distance
, & gravity-resistant.