THING

This
Wish that, transparency
Dance like it is harp string delicate. The Norn's
Thread. Fresh spun time. This
Sadness these joys. And I forget
All that was. Wash.

Wash in waves soft
In waves
Towering, waves. If this wish is
To be
It will
I am but flesh, body. Matter uncollapsed
Not yet
Soul. I know which way
To go. We shall be gathered
Where water lies while
It lasts. Listening to skies

Clouds. The changing sky plays
Seasons. Cinema of empires gone
Ice breath.

I wind.