Submerged
I write
the flickery path no one takes anymore
from the moon
through mountains
back to my second left toe…

My thoughts diffuse
as endless waves travel
on a surface of still that I touched,
with raspberry roots
which are all left to be culled,
and
my hands are frozen…

A kiss,
on the moss in the shadows,
yellow dream
like a glimpse of unexpected,
forests rise
over the pond at the end of the world
over eyes
over giants
over time
a fence between the green and the purple.

And my mouth gets filled
with scents
nostrils with fire
from the inside,
lighting the cord that’s keeping me here,
birthing the Sun
and the river…