I want to draw circles with the sun
Sketch colors reverberating in the atmosphere
Swallow the wind
Let it rush through my arteries onto a scrap of linen
Embroidered with mellow hues of spring

The scent is so sweet

Bird-sounds tinting the background
Wind chime beats emerging as vagrant sparkles
Subtle power gushing from a warped dimension
Faint human vibrations tickling the edges
Luscious, grand flora layered in chaotic patterns
Rustling silence hovers above all with patience
Waiting for the sleeping aesthete
To ascend nonsense obligations
To open her eyes to the darkness
And wander in robust solitude

Sunlight slithers past the day
Twinkling trees scratch smeared clouds
Chartreuse and moss emit sniffling particles
Outstretched arms cling
To robin-wing moments

I am breathing
Cuddling with my Mother
I am berd from her atoms
And she from ancestors of beyond
We are a singed, fractal infinity.